When the floor was opened for discussion about his sermonic speech
he asked if anyone had any questions, Heaven raised her hand.
“I’m a bit embarrassed to ask my question in front of so many people,”
she said in a low voice dropping her head. “I’d rather ask you in private.”
Raising her head briefly peeking to see if he would give her an opening.
He did as soon as he said, “I’ll set aside a few minutes for consultation
after, but I need to get back to the conference attendees quickly.”
Sounded about right.
Heaven pretended to straighten the slit in her red cotton skirt that
stopped just short of her mid-thigh. She wiped aside a pretend tear that
was too small for an eagle to see while she listed all the sexual acts she’d
committed, all the while sizing him up to see if there were any latent
inhibitions. She’d said she was earnest in wanting answers, but wasn’t
sure which were abominations, or at the least, forgivable.
Thirty minutes later, a gaped-mouthed Averic was sweating profusely,
but not from the hot and humid Hawaiian weather. He and Heaven were
on their way to a nearby hotel, suddenly thirsty for one another and not
caring where or how much it took to quench it.
Less than an hour later, they were making love on the seventh floor
balcony of the Honolulu Princess Hotel. Both had indulged in a little
too much Jack Daniels. In no time, they were naked. However, Averic’s
protests disappeared when Heaven pulled the handcuffs from her bag.
Everything Averic had told the women at the conference not to do,
they did that and more. They’d even put several new twists to some of the
temple defilement list of no-nos.
Several hours later, succumbing to Heaven and Jack Daniels, Averic
was beyond normal drunk; he was almost comatose. Unfortunately for
Heaven, she was still naked on the other side of the balcony cuffed to the
railings. He had yet to wake from his drunken stupor. Her bad luck that
she wasn’t released in enough time so she could use the bathroom.
Thinking about the best parts of that first time in Hawaii made Heaven
tingle slightly. She closed her eyes again and collapsed slightly against the
back of the pew while confessing to the large picture of Jesus hanging
near the altar.
“You need Averic, but I need more,” she whispered. “And, Lord, I
mean to get him again.”
Pat G’Orge-Walker, aka Sister
Betty, multi-award winning
Essence and National best
selling author, Christian
Comedienne published by
Kensington Books, a recording
industry veteran, and former
member of Arlene Smith & the
Chantels. A recent transplant
from Long Island, NY to North
Carolina... www.sisterbetty.com,