"There is no male and female, for you are all one in Jesus Christ"

“Ding!”

The obnoxious sound rang startling both Holmes and Emily over the whirl of the ceiling fans as the front door opened.

In stepped a young “man”, bright died green air, movie star smile, short perhaps 5’1”, a standard punk, gothic outfit, faded silver reading “#%$@ and proud” over the front shirt. Cheap black sneakers, face slathered in black ghoulish makeup.

“Hey Emily,” said Lee, as he stepped past Holmes. “Sorry I’m late, got the call from Evelyn early this morning and slept through it.”

Catching a glimpse of the minister he said, “Oh Jason, right? Heard about the new rules. Sorry about that sir.”

Twirling, and casually front door closing he loosened the black silver studded belt and dropped his pants to the floor. Proudly showing off a bubble butt to die for forcovered in lacy black panties, stretched taught across Asian skin. Grabbing the back of his head he turned, pants awkwardly around his ankles and thrust out a small bulge at Holmes dinner plate sized eyes, flashing a grin.

“No worries, I’ll thrown on the old uniform in a bit, hey Em’s want to give me a hand with the new gear? Also, this presentation requirement is pretty legit. Hey, can I hold that pencil for a sec?”

A stunned Holmes absently handed it over. Sticking out his tongue, almost absently jacking his hips a bit, Lee wrote down his number on the front of the notebook he grabbed before handing it back. “Here Boss, if you ever want to hit me up there’s my number!”

He turned and started to pull his clothes up, before saying over his shoulder, “We good Sir? I can show you the belt in a sec – “

“Ah, no not necessary. I’ll, uh step away. Thanks, keep up the good work,” Holmes blurted out even as he hastily stepped back out the door.

Emily frowned after he left saying, “Damnit Lee, you fucking scared him off!”

“Bah, he was hot! What did you want from? Oh, why am I pulling this up, I’ll just grab this shit and put it on”

Door closing behind him, cold air greeting Holmes heard the exchange, before hastily covering the notebook under his coat to save it from the rain, and sprint to his truck.

Opening the door to the cheap yellow Ford, he slammed it shut behind him, and then sat there for a moment.

“Okay,” muttered Holmes. “Okay. I’ll just edit the rules a bit and clean this up. No harm done.”

Pulling out his notebook, he opened back the first page, “Organization: Divine Coffee” at the top.

As he flipped the pencil around to edit some rules he paused. Briefly a smile echoed in his memory, and a feminine butt jutted out in his mind.

Tapping his pencil against the book, he recalled again his younger daughters, and his one son. Looking at one of his later rules.

“Old rule: All employees are only attracted to older men.”

“He can go after them if he’s chasing people like me,” rationalized Holmes. “And really, I can guide him down a straighter path,” he mused. Unaware of the irony of his words.

Notebook sprawled absent on the steering wheel; Holmes hesitated before clarifying a few rules.

“Old rule: All employees are attracted to only Jason Holmes.”

“Old rule: All employees are virgins.”

“New rule: All employees will meet Jason Holmes in his office, at New Light Baptist Church to review and confess their sins”

Tapping the notebook, he added one more.

“Old rule: All employees are people that would be attractive to Jason Holmes.”

“Harmless enough.”

Putting the notebook on his passenger chair, he noticed the number. 503-867-5309.

Snorting Holmes said, “The cheek.” Before putting his truck into gear and driving off to start his Monday at his office.