THE POSSESSION

As soon as Pastor Hank took the pulpit, Violet Miller stood up, flung her hands into the air, and started screaming that the Lord done struck her blind. Some near Violet moved to help her. A few scattered.  Chair legs scratched the floor. Heads turned toward the commotion. All except mine. I looked straight at Pastor Hank. It looked like he'd stuffed a red light bulb in his mouth. His thick fingers clenched into hammy fists and he slammed the Good Book closed before sucking in a deep breath and gathering himself as properly befit a man of God. He still looked like my father to me, telling me what could and could not be. Pastor Hank motioned with one finger for a couple of the Elders to escort Violet away.

Violet turned toward Pastor Hank as the Elders grabbed her arms. Her slim fingers fluttered over her eyes. I remembered those fingers inside me, pulled out slick and shiny, her eyes quivering with moisture as she sucked on them, telling me that it'd be all right, that love finds many forms and it's impossible to deny when it possesses the body and mind so fully. Her breasts bulged under the gripping forearms of the Elders. Her short skirt cockeyed, pulled up from the struggle so that everyone could see the red slice of her panties. I imagined running my finger along that frilly edge again, slipping underneath. "I can't see, Pastor!"  Violet yelled. "What sin have I committed for the Lord to strike me so? Tell me, Pastor!"

Pastor Hank looked like he'd swallowed that light bulb. He motioned for the Elders to move faster. He refused my look. He'd always refused such things. 

Before the Elders dragged Violet out of the church, she turned toward me, allowed a hand to drop from her right eye, and gave me a wink. I blushed and my between-the-legs turned all creamy like a doughnut opened up. I faced the pulpit and the sweating pastor. I raised both my arms and he finally turned to look at me, a stain of red flashing across his throat, seeping into the deep parts of his body. I closed my eyes, pressed my thighs together and felt the jolt of possession again. "Oh my Lord!" I cried out loud. "I can finally see! I can finally see!"

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