Chapter 2

It had been a long time since Helen and her husband had left for the church together. He liked to get there early to pray and study his notes and to take care of any last-minute details before the service started. She needed more time to make sure fifteen-year-old Lois and fourteen-year-old Brian were dressed and had their breakfast before she was ready to leave. Lois and Brian liked to walk the short distance to the church and had left a few minutes earlier when Helen heard a knock at the kitchen door. She stepped to the door, wondering who could be stopping by at this time on Sunday morning.

“Good morning Mrs. Hanson,” Jeff Willet said with a sly smile on his face. “May I come in?”

“Actually, I was just getting ready to leave for church,” she responded to him.

Jeff smiled and casually slid past the pastor’s wife before she had a chance to stop him. “I must insist on speaking to you privately.”

“Oh, well, maybe we should wait for a better time?”

“What better time than now. Your husband is in his office and your children left a few minutes ago,” said Jeff.

“Is this guy stalking me?” she thought to herself but said aloud, “And we are alone in my house. This should really wait...” she stopped when Jeff raised his hand.

“Mrs. Hanson, do you like it here?”

“It has been a blessing for our family, yes.”

“We, the search committee, offered your husband a larger congregation than he has led before, yes?”

“Yes, that is true,” Helen admitted. “But...”

“And a larger salary?”

“Yes, that is also true but we really need to be leaving. Church will be starting soon.”

“We have plenty of time to get to the church, Mrs. Hanson. Tell me. Do you appreciate all the blessings you have received thus far?”

“Yes! Of course, we do!” she said in a firm voice.

“I’m sure your family does but I was asking if you appreciate all that has been given to you.”

Helen nodded her head in the affirmative trying again to get this man out of her home.

“We gave you the freedom to go to your anti-pornography rallies and I’m glad to see some progress being made,” Jeff told her. “We didn’t allow the last pastor’s wife that ability.”

“I’m thankful for every opportunity that the board of deacons has given me. Truly I am. So are my husband and children. Now, Mr. Willet, I need to leave so I can get to that church that provides us with all these blessings.”

Jeff Willet took a step closer to the thirty-eight-year-old pastor’s wife and gave her his sly smile again. He almost chuckled when she took a step back and stopped when her bottom hit the countertop. “I like hearing you say that.”

“Now may we go?”

Helen took a shaky breath as she watched the head deacon take a small step, closing most of the distance between them. She could not believe her eyes when she saw him raise his hand and lightly run his fingertips on her cheeks. Her heart sank when she heard his next words.

“The things we have blessed you with can easily be taken away, Mrs. Hanson. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”

In the past fifteen years of being a pastor’s wife, Helen Hanson had never faced what was happening to her at this moment. In fact, nothing in her life could have prepared her for this. Her mind’s eye saw her husband sitting in his church office as he prepared for this morning’s message. Her mind then went to her children and she remembered how happy they seemed in this new environment. Sadness came over her as she realized the head deacon was trying to blackmail her into something she most definitely did not want.

“What, what do you want?” she managed to squeak out.

Jeff lightly ran his fingertips along her jawline before pressing his finger against her lips. “I want you to show me how much you appreciate ... this.”

Helen felt trapped in her own home and she wanted to run away. She wanted to run away from Jeff Willet and to her loving husband. ‘But what will happen if I refuse?’ she thought to herself and as she felt his finger press slightly harder against her lips.

“Show me.” He whispered.

Helen closed her eyes and let her lips part. She knew this was wrong. She knew it could only end in disaster but at this moment in time what choice did she have. She felt his finger slide past her lips as she closed her eyes and tightened her lips around the invading digit.

“That’s right Mrs. Hanson,” he whispered. “Show me your appreciation for everything that has been done and what will be done for your family.”

Jeff withdrew his finger slightly before pushing back into her wet mouth. He did this a few more times before pulling it completely out and placing both of his hands on her shoulders.

This gave the minister’s wife the opening she was looking for. Very quickly, she slid past him and was out the door before he could catch her. Just as quickly, she got in the family car and locked the doors before starting the engine and backing out of the driveway.

Jeff watched her go with a grin on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and locked the door behind him. “I’d been disappointed if she gave in so easily,” he told himself.

When Helen parked the car in the pastor’s reserved space, she did not get out right away. She sat behind the wheel and thought about what had just happened. “What have I done to give that man the idea I wanted that from him? What kind of man would just assume he could walk into my house and demand sex from me?” With her hands still on the steering wheel, she pressed her forehead against them. “Lord God, please! I am a good wife - a good Christian wife. I’ve never asked you for much and I’ve always been grateful for what you have given us. Please, Lord; hear my prayer now so I will have the strength to fight against Mr. Willet.”

She raised her head and took a tissue from the between the car seats and wiped her eyes. She took several deep breaths before she gathered enough courage to open the car door and walk inside the church building. Glancing at her watch, she decided that she had just enough time to visit the ladies’ room before the service started but just as she was pushing the restroom door open, movement down the hallway caught her attention. She turned her head and saw Shirley and Heather Willet leaving her husband’s office. She watched them as they smoothed their skirts down and smiled at her.

Helen’s instincts kicked in and she knew something was not right. There was something wrong with the way they looked at her, something that she could not identify. She went into the restroom and to the nearest stall and locked the door. She raised the hem of her dress and pushed her panties down to her knees before sitting. The thoughts of Shirley and Heather vanished as she saw a big wet spot in the crotch of her panties.

“No, oh no!” she sighed. “I am not getting aroused by Jeffery Willet.”

However, it wasn’t Jeff’s face that she saw. A sudden teenage memory of hers sprang into her mind. When she was a young girl, her parents left her with a family friend for a weekend while they attended a funeral. She remembered getting scared of the sounds in an unfamiliar house as she tried to sleep the first night. She didn’t remember getting out of bed or walking down the hallway but she had a vivid memory standing in front of Mrs. Olsen’s bedroom door and looking at the naked woman as she slept uncovered. Her panties had gotten wet then as they were now.

“Nooooooo, I’m not like that,” she admonished herself. Then why is your pussy wet? was her next thought.

Helen peed, wiped, and pulled her panties up. She glanced in the mirror to check her appearance before walking out and into the sanctuary.

Sunday afternoons were always hectic at the Hanson house. When the morning service was over, they had to rush home, eat lunch, and prepare for the evening service. Helen had never really understood the need for an evening service but it had been a tradition in the Baptist denomination for as long as she could remember. Even mentioning the possibility of canceling it would be paramount to blasphemy or at least heresy. They were always exhausted by the time they got home in the evening. Whoever said that Sunday was a day of rest never spent one in a pastor’s home.

Lois was an avid reader. It was a rare sight indeed when she was without either a book or her Kindle in her hand. As soon as the evening service was over and they arrived home, she went straight to her bedroom, closed the door, and got into her pajamas. She then picked up her Kindle and started reading the next chapter in her book.

Lois didn’t leave her Kindle unattended for very long. She recently discovered an author that wrote paranormal fantasy romance books. The author she was reading now was very skilled in writing a very action-based plot with some very exciting sexy scenes. She was currently in book three of a seven-book series and could not wait to see how it would all come together.

Brian was almost the opposite of his older sister. He was a good reader and liked to read but there were things that he would much rather do - like video games. He had begged his parents for am Xbox for his thirteenth birthday. It was a struggle for them but they were able to purchase a used unit and a couple of games from a second-hand store on the condition that he kept his grades up in school. He was told the first time he got a C on his report card; he would lose the system for the rest of that semester.