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what he saw? Stop that! Thoughts of Pastor Randy enjoying the show I accidentally gave him made me tingle all over. I tried to push them out of my head but once the seed was planted, it grew like a weed.
    A few minutes later, he came back into the room and pulled a chair in front of where I was sitting. Settling himself, he leaned back and leveled a stare at me that at once set my blood pumping and made me want to crawl inside myself from embarrassment. His dark blue eyes pierced my soul like fire. I fidgeted and tried to tear my eyes from his gaze, but all I could think about was swimming in them.
    "I told your mother that you offered to help me tidy up and that I would give you a ride home," he said after an eternity. I nodded. That couldn't be my punishment, could it? Cleaning up after youth group?
    "Now I know you're probably embarrassed--" I huffed at that.
    "Nevertheless, this situation cannot be merely swept under the rug. Action must be taken, for your own good. For the good of your soul. Understand?"
    I nodded meekly, flicking my eyes back down to my hands.
    "I wonder what your mother would say if she were to find out what I witnessed in my office."
    I gasped in horror at the very thought. No way! He was going to tell my mommy?! The expression on his face told me he was deadly serious.
    "And I suppose if I were to report this to the deacons, you would be kicked out of the church. Of course, your mother would lose her job, naturally..."
    "No!"
    His face clouded over and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you defying me?" he asked, his normally loud voice terrifyingly quiet.
    I willed the tears pooling in my eyes to go away but they refused to obey. They spilled over, the dam bursting. "I'm so sorry, Pastor Randy! I didn't mean to! I just got caught up in your sermon, and then I was in your office and I started feeling things I'd never felt before. It was my first time ever, I swear it was!"
    By then I was overcome with fear and grief and longing for Pastor Randy's forgiveness. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed uncontrollably. Before it had even begun, my life was over. Mom was going to have to go back to the maid service, if they'd even take her back. I'd probably have to go with her, if she didn't kick me out.
    Pastor Randy reached out to gently pull my hands from my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. "Now, Stacey, calm down. Take deep breaths."
    Calm down? How could he tell me to calm down? My life was falling apart because I couldn't control myself. I was so weak. Oh yeah, and going to hell. That made me wail even harder.
    He got up and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, snuggling my face into his neck. His spicy musk calmed me and set me aflame. All I wanted to do was breathe him in. I could stay right here for the rest of my life and die a happy girl. My sobs quieted and my breathing slowed, while his had speeded up. So had his heartbeat. I could hear it thudding away under his sweater, the cashmere soft under my burning cheek.
    His big hand petted my hair comfortingly as he shushed me. "Shh, child. We'll figure something out. Shh..."
    I loved his touch and wished he would stroke me that way all over my body. My lips were so close to the pulsing vein in his neck; if I was a vampire, I'd be tempted to bite it, but I just wanted to kiss it, lick it. Drool pooled in my mouth, forcing me to gulp loudly. No way would I get into Heaven now.
    "Shh..." he kept whispering as he caressed my head. I sighed.
    "Shh..." His hand brushed farther down my back with each stroke. I snuggled into him.
    "Shh..." Now his hand was grazing my butt cheek. My clit tingled.
    "Shhhhhh..." At last his hand settled on my ass, rubbing sweet circles. My nipples tightened and I held my breath. Was Pastor Randy grabbing my ass? Ohmigod, he was! Oh, sweet heaven, I was in bliss. But also confused. What was happening?
    "Pastor Randy...?" I looked up at him