(Fan created branch) The storm brews

Jillian had decided there was no harm in selling intimate pictures of Brielle to Joel. It was a good way to make money that they desperately needed to pay bills with since Brielle couldn't pull her weight. She even took a very steamy video of herself and Brielle the night Brielle came home. Brielle played the part of the submissive as Jillian ordered her around. At first, she questioned Jillian about the video, but Jillian quickly dismissed her concerns as things grew hot and heavy between them.

It wasn't until two days later Jillian found out Brielle had come forward at church camp to renounce her lesbianism, and to top it off, Jillian's lesbianism. She was very upset to have heard it first from a member of the congregation and not from Brielle. Supposedly they were both going straight instead of living a life of sin and perversion. Jillian was so livid that she had dropped everything and faced home to confront Brielle.

The argument they had was a big one, and it ended with Brielle saying exactly the wrong thing. “But… you know, we can’t help but be lesbians, Jillian, but… wouldn’t it be easier if we weren’t?” she had wistfully said. “If we could just want to fuck men, like every other girl?”

Jillian couldn't be sure if Brielle meant it, or if she was just firing back at her out of her own misguided hurt and anger. One thing was for sure, she had to leave. She had to calm down. She had to make Brielle think about what she had said.

“Fuck you,” Jillian spat at her. “Fuck you, you little fake-lesbian Christian bitch. You can call me when you’re ready to apologize.” With that said, she stomped angrily out of the house and headed for Joel's house. At least talking to him would help her to calm down and maybe give her a different perspective on things.

Meanwhile Brielle sat at home as tears fell from her eyes. What had she done? She loved Jillian more than anything, but her words made it sound like she was ready to throw Jillian under the bus to be with a man, and she knew that wasn't true in her heart of hearts. What else could she do but call pastor George and cancel dinner for Friday night?

After she calmed down, Brielle picked up her phone. "Hello? Pastor George?" she began. "This is Brielle."

"Yes Brielle?" the pastor's voice answered.

"I'm calling to cancel dinner for Friday. It's Jillian. She's come down with something. It might even be Covid, and I don't want to take any chances."

"I'm sorry to hear that," came his response. "I was so looking forward to talking to both of you. My wife is really looking forward to meeting Jillian."

"She was looking forward to meeting both of you as well," lied Brielle. "We can make it for a later date when Jillian is feeling better."

"That would be fine my dear," pastor Geoge assured her. "Why don't you take off work until she feels better? My wife can cover for you for a while."

"I'd appreciate that so much, pastor. Jillian still means the world to me."

"I can understand," he sympathized. "Keep in touch and let us know if you need anything."

"I will. Thank you, pastor." They said their goodbyes and Brielle ended the call.