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funny.â
âI thought so.â I licked my lips and followed him outside of the apartment, giggling. I enjoyed teasing him. The lightheartedness of it helped me to forget the hidden things of my heart.
When we reached his Chevy Tahoe, he came around to my side and opened the door. He held my hand, and as he helped me inside, I felt my dress rising. I quickly pulled it down to my knees and leaned back against the front seat. I didnât want to tempt him or tempt myself. I already had enough problems to deal with.
We rode through the streets full of traffic until we arrived at The Brooklyn Missionary Chapel Church . Joshua parked his truck a few feet away from the church, and I was grateful that he didnât have to park by a meter. As we walked toward the building, we saw Sister Winifred climbing the front steps of the church.
Sister Winifred, with her pale yellow skin, bluish-gray eyes, curly gray wig, and just a hint of pale pink lipstick across her thin lips, wore her thick black rimmed glasses with the chain connected to them. She wore a tweed suit, and she carried a white vinyl purse with a big gold colored buckle on it and wore matching white vinyl shoes. She carried her extra large print Bible in her other hand, and when she noticed us coming, she frowned. She always seemed miserable.
âGood evening, Sister Winifred,â I said
âOh hello, dear. Hello, Deacon.â Sister Winifred gave a fake smile, revealing all of her fake teeth. I remembered Sister Winifred when she was toothless just a few weeks before. I had to restrain myself from laughing.
Then out of nowhere came Sister Winifredâs niece, her youngest brotherâs child, Yvonne. Yvonne was a few inches shorter than me, probably a few dress sizes smaller than me, but she was quite curvaceous, and she didnât mind showing it off. She wore a body hugging halter dress with a tight fitting blazer on top, and she wore black stilettos. Her curly red hair framed her tiny face.
âHello, Sister Alex and Brother Joshua. Or should I say, Deacon Joshua?â Yvonne giggled hesitantly.
âHow are you, Yvonne?â I leaned forward to give her a hug.
âItâs good to see you again.â Joshua smiled.
âDeacon Joshua, my auntie says youâre going to be showing me around New York soon. Thatâs so nice of you to offer, but I wouldnât want you to go to any trouble.â
âOh, itâs no trouble at all. Iâm glad to help,â Joshua answered, keeping his eyes on hers. I kept my eyes on Joshua.
âWell, thank you so much. I appreciate that. It gets kind of lonely being in a new city and all.â
âYes, Iâm sure it does,â Joshua said, looking at her from head to toe. âWhen I first moved here two years ago, I was totally lost until someone showed me around.â
âAnyway, thanks again. Iâll be in touch.â Yvonne grinned and walked away.
I didnât quite know what to think of her, the way she flounced around, fluttering her fake eyelashes and twisting her hips. I didnât know what to think of her being here at Brooklyn Missionary Chapel Church. Was she really here seeking the Lord or was there something else she was after? For some reason, I felt the Lord wasnât the only one she wanted to get close to.
Joshua and I entered the sanctuary together, although we quickly became separated by our various responsibilities. Immediately, Brother Alonzo cranked up the organ. I joined the praise team up front and began to lead the praise and worship. âI enter the holy of holies. I enter through the blood of the Lamb. . . .â We sang. Joshua placed his Bible on the front pew and took his place amongst the other deacons. The organist began to accompany our singing as we ushered in the Holy Spirit.
In a matter of minutes, all of the animosity I felt toward Taylor earlier was washed away by Godâs presence. I knew that somehow, despite what I
âI thought so.â I licked my lips and followed him outside of the apartment, giggling. I enjoyed teasing him. The lightheartedness of it helped me to forget the hidden things of my heart.
When we reached his Chevy Tahoe, he came around to my side and opened the door. He held my hand, and as he helped me inside, I felt my dress rising. I quickly pulled it down to my knees and leaned back against the front seat. I didnât want to tempt him or tempt myself. I already had enough problems to deal with.
We rode through the streets full of traffic until we arrived at The Brooklyn Missionary Chapel Church . Joshua parked his truck a few feet away from the church, and I was grateful that he didnât have to park by a meter. As we walked toward the building, we saw Sister Winifred climbing the front steps of the church.
Sister Winifred, with her pale yellow skin, bluish-gray eyes, curly gray wig, and just a hint of pale pink lipstick across her thin lips, wore her thick black rimmed glasses with the chain connected to them. She wore a tweed suit, and she carried a white vinyl purse with a big gold colored buckle on it and wore matching white vinyl shoes. She carried her extra large print Bible in her other hand, and when she noticed us coming, she frowned. She always seemed miserable.
âGood evening, Sister Winifred,â I said
âOh hello, dear. Hello, Deacon.â Sister Winifred gave a fake smile, revealing all of her fake teeth. I remembered Sister Winifred when she was toothless just a few weeks before. I had to restrain myself from laughing.
Then out of nowhere came Sister Winifredâs niece, her youngest brotherâs child, Yvonne. Yvonne was a few inches shorter than me, probably a few dress sizes smaller than me, but she was quite curvaceous, and she didnât mind showing it off. She wore a body hugging halter dress with a tight fitting blazer on top, and she wore black stilettos. Her curly red hair framed her tiny face.
âHello, Sister Alex and Brother Joshua. Or should I say, Deacon Joshua?â Yvonne giggled hesitantly.
âHow are you, Yvonne?â I leaned forward to give her a hug.
âItâs good to see you again.â Joshua smiled.
âDeacon Joshua, my auntie says youâre going to be showing me around New York soon. Thatâs so nice of you to offer, but I wouldnât want you to go to any trouble.â
âOh, itâs no trouble at all. Iâm glad to help,â Joshua answered, keeping his eyes on hers. I kept my eyes on Joshua.
âWell, thank you so much. I appreciate that. It gets kind of lonely being in a new city and all.â
âYes, Iâm sure it does,â Joshua said, looking at her from head to toe. âWhen I first moved here two years ago, I was totally lost until someone showed me around.â
âAnyway, thanks again. Iâll be in touch.â Yvonne grinned and walked away.
I didnât quite know what to think of her, the way she flounced around, fluttering her fake eyelashes and twisting her hips. I didnât know what to think of her being here at Brooklyn Missionary Chapel Church. Was she really here seeking the Lord or was there something else she was after? For some reason, I felt the Lord wasnât the only one she wanted to get close to.
Joshua and I entered the sanctuary together, although we quickly became separated by our various responsibilities. Immediately, Brother Alonzo cranked up the organ. I joined the praise team up front and began to lead the praise and worship. âI enter the holy of holies. I enter through the blood of the Lamb. . . .â We sang. Joshua placed his Bible on the front pew and took his place amongst the other deacons. The organist began to accompany our singing as we ushered in the Holy Spirit.
In a matter of minutes, all of the animosity I felt toward Taylor earlier was washed away by Godâs presence. I knew that somehow, despite what I
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