Chapter 26

Church Folk

"Reverend Gillis! How could you?" Bonnie Smart cried out as soon as the minister looked at her while she stood in the doorway looking at him lying on top of the young girl they were supposed to protect. "She's only a child!"

"Where were you, then?" Caught in the commission of what might be statutory rape the minister decided that the best defense was a good offense. He made several rapid thrusts into the girl's ravished cunt and rolled off, his thick cock standing insolently naked to the woman's view.

"It wasn't his fault Miz Smart... I got in bed with him... I wanted him to do it."

"Oh my God. What are we going to do? What will people say?" Especially what will they say about her, the woman who was supposed to be the chaperone.

"We could keep it a secret, Bonnie. Anita and I had already agreed we would so all you have to do is not mention it to anyone else." And you could fuck me to guarantee both our silences he thought lewdly. Those big, high tits and that luscious mouth appealed to him even after two rides on this young one.

"It's awful, Reverend. But I guess that's... Oh No! We have to wash the sheet!" the woman cried out when she saw the red stain, proof of the girl's lost virginity. "Get up! Both of you! I'll get the wash underway before anyone else comes."

There was considerable scrambling to get rid of any signs of what had happened including mussing up the bed where Bonnie would have slept had she remained where she was supposed to be. JJ showered and then went to his office to put the finishing touches on his sermon. Young Anita went back to bed and luxuriated in the contentment of her sexual satiation until it was too late for her to get to the ten AM service.

"Anita! You should be ashamed!"

The happily despoiled fifteen year old snapped out of her reverie when her cousin spoke sharply at the door to her bedroom.

"Oh? What time is it?"

"It's time for church. Too late now. We'll have to go to the second service at eleven. Why are you still in bed?"

"Uh... just tired I guess," Anita replied with a strange smile. She wanted more than anything to tell her sister about her momentous night but discretion ruled. Maybe Rita would be mad at Reverend Gillis if she told her what he'd done.

The majority of the young people attended the ten AM service while the older, more established members came to the later one. It was followed by a fellowship time where everyone had tea or coffee and little snacks... and they reviewed what had gone on in the church and the town during the previous week.

The service reached the mid-point where people made their contribution to the financial success of the CoR. Rita looked up in fear and amazement when she saw the men who were passing the collection tray. They were her boss, Mr. Ramsay and the other man she'd met when she moved into her new apartment. The men she was protecting Anita from. Had she put her little cousin more at risk by bringing her here?

Anita also saw with alarm the men who were passing the collection plate. She'd never seen Mr. Smart before but she remembered the other man and she shuddered. When she'd almost bumped into him as she was leaving Rita's apartment the look he had given her was scary. She was getting used to men looking at her with interest but this man's eyes had seemed to strip off her clothes and assault her young body. Was she safe from him here? She glanced sideways at her cousin and saw that she looked pale and frightened.

As soon as the service was over and despite invitations from Mrs. Ramsay and Mrs. Smart to stay for the fellowship the two girls went at once to the adjoining parsonage to talk about what they should do.

"Who're the new girls? I haven't seen them at church before," Deacon Ramsay asked his wife. And he was being truthful... he hadn't seen them at church. He'd been asking Rita about her cousin but to no avail and now she shows up in church. What was going on?

"Uh... we... the Ladies Auxiliary are protecting the younger girl... her name is Anita... from the immigration people. We're trying to get her a green card."

"Protecting her? How?" What sort of bullshit idea did she have?

"We... like the church is a sanctuary and we're keeping her here. She lives in the parsonage with Reverend Gillis... and we and the CYG sort of take care of her and chaperone and things like that."

"The most ridiculous thing I ever heard of. You'll get us all in trouble with the law. Sanctuary... bullsh..." and the deacon cut off his undeaconlike expression. Looking across the room he saw his partner and signalled for him to go onto the foyer.

"You saw them didn't you?"

"You mean the new hooker and the one you said we were going to get?"

"That's right. But the meddling goddamn women have got the young one squirreled away here in the parsonage. Probably the parson is riding her cute ass her for free."

"Those do-gooder bitches need to be taught to keep their noses out of things that don't concern them. But we have to be careful. We don't want to draw any more attention to what we're doing than we have to."

Lieutenant Flett had noticed the girls also and he knew more about Rita than anyone other than Ramsay. Under his guidance and control they now had functioning surveillance devices, cameras, phone taps and other listening devices. It would be argued that they did not have legal right to do what they were doing but Chief Reardon said that God gave them the right to catch scum like Ramsay and Smart.

Looking around the room Flett saw a number of people of interest in the case. Ramsay and Smart were both likely already indictable on the basis of video from the hotel room they leased and from the hooker Rita's apartment and from Candy Collins, another hooker's apartment. But there were others although what they'd done was not really illegal, just immoral and indiscreet.

Dr. William Sampson stood holding court with a coterie of socially conscious elders of the church. The doctorate was not in medicine but in social work and it was an honorary one. The sixty-something year old man had been a businessman for many years, an insurance salesman. But he had dabbled in do-good activities, helping the homeless, unwed mothers, foreign orphans and almost any appeal for help that came from the disadvantaged. He gave liberally of his time but seldom contributed cash.