I saw Missus Mason motion to her husband. He finally shrugged and released her hand. He walked to the front of the church in the middle. He said, “P...eacher, it’s bad for you to be wrong. It’s bad for you to be hurtful. It’s worse for you to be repetitious when doing the first two. You have managed to do all three. The Bishop and D.S. both know of the problems that your bad ministry has caused this congregation. You should request immediate reassignment to stop the damage you are doing here.. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I am not afraid of you. I know that you would never hurt me.” She smiled again, “And if you did something else to me, I wouldn’t mind.”She smiled once more at the console and asked, “Does it make you happy when you see my body?”“Yes, Marcy,” he replied, “seeing your body gives me pleasure.”“Is the console the only place you can see me?” she asked. “Or, do you have eyes in other places?”“I have eyes everywhere,” he replied. “I can see through all of the security. She will have some understanding of Arabic as she has been a prisoner of Arabs for several months.” I pointed a finger at the hooded figure of Masters. “And see if you can find a cloak or something similar to disguise this poor excuse of an officer.”Mimi nodded, then entered the bedroom and closed the door. A moment later she reopened the door and handed me a chador, the all-enveloping garment worn by Muslim woman when outdoors.“This is the best I can do, Jacques.” She glared at Masters.. I then decided to make tea for her and wake her up. I came back with tea. I went and kept my hands on her bare navel to press it to wake her up.She woke up and I smiled at her with tea. She smiled. I kept the tea down and started slowing caressing her navel giving her a ticklish feeling. She wriggled and said that she will wake up. She sat up on the bed and tried to tie a bun on her hair. This lifted her shirt more. My erection was back on.I had her in my zone now and I wanted to push my luck.