she massaged her temples, the reedy sound of the bone whistle grated through the darkness. If her premonition was right, the questions had only begun.
And so had the killings….
ROSS WHEELER’S HEART raced with excitement as he opened the magazine and examined the pictures. The young lovers would take away the pain. Their supple bodies were ripe for picking. Their size didn’t matter. They were firm and tender, begging for attention. Begging for him to taste them.
But Father told him no. It was wrong to lust. To satisfy his cravings.
How could sex be wrong when it was in the Bible? Sex was natural, a man’s God-given primal need for mating.
But the reverend had different rules for himself. He preached abstinence, while he dipped from the honey pot himself.
Maybe, as God’s spokesman, he thought he’d risen above human sins. Shame crept through Ross at the memory of the reverend’s condemnation over those sexual misconduct charges. How could the town accuse Ross of such a thing, especially in front of a divine man like his father? Ross was the preacher’s son, had been a good teacher, a soccer coach, a deacon himself until they’d ruined his reputation with their accusations.
Worse, his father had believed them….
And to think he’d always done everything to please the man.
Would he ever receive forgiveness?
Bible verses he’d been forced to learn as a child floated through his head, jumbled and distorted versions that made no sense. He’d hated the rigorous memorizing. The daily prayers. The sermons on hellfire and damnation.
His gaze flicked to the pictures again.
His hand slid down his waist, unfastened his belt buckle, pushed it aside. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric. He was so hard, throbbing like an animal, aching for release, for the sweet fulfillment the young ones promised. He could have it, too. Pleasure lay at his fingertips. All he had to do was look at them, imagine stripping off their clothes and spreading them on the ground for his taking.
His fingers began to stroke his member, closing around the rigid length until it surged to life and droplets of erotic nectar spilled over.
Suddenly heavy footsteps clattered above. Click, clack. Click, clack.
Shit, the reverend.
“Ross!”
He jerked his hand away, grabbed a handkerchief and cleaned himself, frustration and embarrassment burning through him.
Now he would have to repent again, confess his sin to his father and kneel at the altar for hours on end. Damn the reverend for destroying his momentary pleasure.
He gathered his control and went to face the master. Tonight the reverend would be busy sucking up to the televangelist who was coming in to preach at the revival.
Ross would do whatever necessary the next few hours to please them both, but tomorrow night he’d do exactly as he wanted….
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