She elbowed me hard and growled. "One fucking kiss, and he's telling everybody I did it, the shithead." You kissed Mike, Michael Morsey?" I laughed an... moved away to avoid another blow. "You kissed the ape?" He kissed me and groped me too, the bastard." You drunk?"She snorted, "No, just excited, at the game, you know when you scored that last touchdown." Oh," I said. "Yeah, well." That reminded me of the cheerleader reward I got after the game, three of them, one for each TD. My cock was still. "Rachael jumped in now: "What are the rules for pastors? Are theyexpected to work seven days a week? If they are allowed two days offlike everyone else, then Pastor Helen could go to the reserve on herdays off, and do what she likes there. I'm just glad she says she willnever leave us. Because we need her."There was some discussion, but a motion was finally made to approveHelen to preach at the reserve, so long as she was able to keep upwith her duties at the church in Ingersoll. Helen noted. Trying ... again.I was scared that if I let him inside of me, not just my body, but my heart and soul, it would turn out like the rest. I was scared because he was different than the others, he wasn’t after my body alone, he was after all of me, every flaw and perfection, every fight, every moment that he and he alone brought out in me and nobody had ever accomplished what he had in just a short time.Normally when he’d try to captivate me, he’d kiss me, he’d kiss me until our lips would part,. There had been a time, back when he'd been Bridget, she'dthought they were destined to be together. Then there had been thatlast fight with her mother and Bridget had decided that she needed toleave home and get out on her own. The west coast had seemed very coolat the time and Oregon had always held a draw for witches. Bridget hada friend living in Portland who'd offered her a place to stay until shegot establish. Grant had been angry but had understood that Bridgetneeded to get away from.