Chris recognised the signs of arousal in Jacqui, her flushed cheeks and twitchy tic in the corner of her mouth told him all her needed to know. Immedi...tely, he conjured up a picture of the three of them rumpling up the sheets in their bed; a vision and fantasy that many men find irresistible.He placed the drinks down on the table and asked Nicola if she would like to come back to their place for a nightcap; a euphemism for sex in the club.The drinks stayed untouched on the table, the ice barely. Only their real worship was not of God but of Robert and Sarah Saunders.Robert Saunders the enigmatic, charismatic Bible-thumper and Sarah the elegant, former beauty queen, whom every man secretly lusted. They controlled their parishioner's lives, guiding them in decisions, helping the followers amass vast fortunes and lining their pockets with their members loving gratitude. At the same time, the devious, manipulative couple destroyed others ... like him. He could never ever get back what they. When it came to hair the whole family had mademonthly trips to the local barber shop. While she had not had to endurethe crew cuts that her brothers all had, her hair was always kept in ashort, sensible style and also executed by a male barber, rather than ahairdresser.It would not be fair to say that she grew up hating men, that would bepushing things too far, but rather she longed for feminine things -skirts, dresses, lingerie, make-up and so on - things which she had allbut been denied. ”This is it! I think to myself. It’s now or never! and with a little skip of my heart, I make my move. “Do you really think so John?” I reply, fixing him with my most smouldering look, inches from his own eyes, as I bring my hands up to gently massage his forearms…For a moment I wonder whether he’s reading my signals, so I bring my arms up around his neck and tilting my head and closing my eyes, gently place my lips on his, before pulling away again to gauge his reaction. I needn’t have.