At 53, Anne had grown more attractive to me than ever. Her dark, brown hair fell just below the top of her shoulders and formed a natural frame arou...d her pretty face. Her soft full lips and her pretty brown eyes always drew my attention, and the attention of other men too, although I doubt she ever realized it. At 5'6” and 155 pounds, she was no fashion model. She was definitely developing a little bit of a belly on her medium frame, but she carried it well. Her breasts were just the. ‘Hello Samson.’ his smooth deep voice caught me off guard when he spoke Samson’s name aloud. ‘Its good to have you worship with us.’ Samson nodded his head in response. Pastor Bronson looked over at me. ‘Oh gosh here we go. I hope he doesn’t put me on spot like most black preachers do new visitors’ I thought. ‘Good morning Mrs.?’ he waited for me to fill in the blank to his open question. ‘Ms Clareon.’ I replied emphasizing the ‘Ms’. From the look of his face he seemed surprised that I wasn’t. "You were sixteen years old, for God's sake; get over it. The only similarity between that bastard and Brian is the fact they are both male and Brian is more of a man on his worst day than that prick was on his best. You've known in your heart all along this is what was meant to be." Maybe," Allison relented with a smile. "But I still had to punish you for being such a slut and fucking my boyfriend." I am not a slut!" Anastasia protested. "Well, maybe I am, but I'm a monogamistic slut." A. Anyway it was my last week. No, James, it's much worse than that. You'll be so upset." She had to pause before she could continue. "It's Tommy," she said."What's happened? Has he been bad to you?" I was surprised how protective I suddenly felt."No, no, nothing like that," she replied, looking down as if in shame. "Oh, James, I don't know if I can tell you."I was already late in and I had a feeling this would be a busy day, so I wanted none of this beating about the bush. I remembered my theory.