cgraven
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The Pastor's Calling
Pastor Jean Batard was standing in the pulpit after giving a hell fire and brimstone sermon. He looked out over the congregation, it was time for him to make a selection, for in a matter of months, the holidays would be upon them. He had always stressed that Halloween was important for it was the eve of all Saints Day. Yet for him that all soul eve when the veil between heaven, hell and the earth was thin and all things were possible, given you had the right ingredients.
Batard looked out over the congregations, so many innocent young lambs. One caught his eye, a sweet little dark haired beauty. Her figure was sensual, and her firm young breasts’ gentle swell was hidden by her high necked blouse that hid them from his eyes.
As he was shaking hands with the people as they filed out of church. When she emerged from the dark environment of the church he turned to her, “Are you new here…..” he took her dainty hand in his, holding her in place, his dark steel gray eyes held hers captive in their gaze. “…….and your name my dear.”
Many things could be said about the reverend Batard but handsome was certainly not one of them. He was only 5’ 11”, he had thinning ginger hair with a touch of sliver at the temples. He was far from a young girl’s dream of a lover for he was old enough to be her grandfather.
He held her hand and waited for her response.
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Pastor Jean Batard was standing in the pulpit after giving a hell fire and brimstone sermon. He looked out over the congregation, it was time for him to make a selection, for in a matter of months, the holidays would be upon them. He had always stressed that Halloween was important for it was the eve of all Saints Day. Yet for him that all soul eve when the veil between heaven, hell and the earth was thin and all things were possible, given you had the right ingredients.
Batard looked out over the congregations, so many innocent young lambs. One caught his eye, a sweet little dark haired beauty. Her figure was sensual, and her firm young breasts’ gentle swell was hidden by her high necked blouse that hid them from his eyes.
As he was shaking hands with the people as they filed out of church. When she emerged from the dark environment of the church he turned to her, “Are you new here…..” he took her dainty hand in his, holding her in place, his dark steel gray eyes held hers captive in their gaze. “…….and your name my dear.”
Many things could be said about the reverend Batard but handsome was certainly not one of them. He was only 5’ 11”, he had thinning ginger hair with a touch of sliver at the temples. He was far from a young girl’s dream of a lover for he was old enough to be her grandfather.
He held her hand and waited for her response.
If interested please PM me.