Chapter 6: Another Tuesday Surprise and The BJ Queen Returns

The following Tuesday arrived like clockwork.

Mary Ann told herself she wasn’t going to go. She repeated the promise in her head the entire morning—through patient appointments, a quick conference call, and the drive across Champaign to Grace Evangelical Church. She was a respected physician. A pastor’s wife. A woman who had given her life to God years ago. Yet at 11:50 she still found herself parking in the side lot, smoothing her fitted emerald-green dress over her hips, and slipping down the basement stairs as if pulled by an invisible string.

Dale had texted her the usual time. Pam had confirmed with a single blushing emoji earlier that morning. Their little Tuesday ritual had become dangerously addictive, and Mary Ann’s resistance was wearing paper-thin.

She stepped through the new outer door, then the inner one, expecting the familiar sight of Dale and Pam already half-undressed and eager.

Instead, she stopped cold.

Dale stood leaning against the work table, smirking. Pam was beside him, cheeks already flushed, biting her lip. But there was a fourth person in the room.

A very muscular Black man—easily six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with arms that strained the sleeves of his black polo shirt. His dark skin gleamed under the overhead lights, and his presence seemed to fill the entire large maintenance room.