As she stood at the pulpit expressing how disappointed she was about the church community's lack of involvement outside the Lord’s temple, I could o...nly stare. She had a tiny button nose, narrow expressive eyes that turned into slits when she smiled and pearly white teeth with two dimples on her cheeks. She had long dread locks that swayed back and forth as she outstretched her arms emphasizing her point. From the pulpit she emitted power, determination, hope, promises, and (to me) sexiness. I. "Oh my God. You’re… you’re hard! You’re big and hard. Wow," she said."Debbie, please," I said almost begging now.I heard her laugh and then she said, "Wow, a girl could really take advantage of this situation, couldn’t they, Tom?" Oh God, Debbie," I said as my cock flexed up and down on it’s own as I now realized she was staring at my naked body. "Towel, please."I heard her giggling and she said, "OK, but only because you said please," and I heard the towel being pulled from the rack.A moment. The doors opened and people started coming into the hall. And there she was. Looking around all confused and alone in a new place, a new country, looking to find me. I felt the tears slowly running down my cheeks, ruining my makeup and making my eyes look like a drunk. She was so beautiful...standing there all alone, nervous, looking for me to come and rescue her and take her home. I ran down the stairs to her and took her in my arms. Held her so tight she could hardly breathe while we both. ‘Is this one man acceptable in your eyes, even if he may be quite a bit older than she.’ Marcel laughed heartily at that. ‘Oh ho,’ he exclaimed. ‘You are my friend, Robert, and I would be honored. True, you are several years older than my Madeleine, but she is old beyond her years. She had to grow up quickly when Marie died. I had to carry on here, and I needed her to take Marie’s place as hostess. She had no brothers or sisters to help with the burden, or to spill her soul at her loss. There.