A Woman's Touch

"Go talk to the women of the church. Try to figure out if they’re really cheating on their husbands," the voice said.

Target > 1

1d100+6 Roll = 59

Successful Suggestion (+0 Corruption Points)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 6

For once, Zoe didn't need a lick of convincing from the voice of the Lord. Her options were to either stay here with Lucas and watch him get his dick out or go talk to someone with actual sense in their head. Like the women he's claiming he bedded. Most of all she wants to talk to her mom. To Lucas she says, "Nope. You've got nothing I need to see. Jesus said to turn the other cheek, so here's me turning the other cheek by letting you watch my butt walk away."

He shrugs, his zipper halfway down. "Your loss. I would've made you scream to high heaven. Just like the MILF you call Mom."

"So gross." Zoe coughs at the cigarette smoke again and does just as she promised, turning on her heel to leave. Part of her wants to flip off Lucas but she holds off, knowing it wouldn't be proper. He can mouth off all he wants to anyhow. It just makes him a pathetic loser too fixated on thinking with his little head.

Instead of heading inside, she goes around to the side of the church where all the wives like to gather after church. She finds the group of them by the old oak, the skirts of their Sunday dresses fluttering in the breeze. Zoe has always thought the congregation was blessed with beautiful older women, so she can at least believe Lucas hangs around hoping to get lucky. A leggy brunette, way taller than Zoe's 5'1, has the attention of the group. They laugh as she says, "Can you believe that punk looked down my dress? I almost smacked him with the collection plate!"

The woman hushes when Zoe walks up, all heads turning toward her. "Um. Hi. Sorry if I'm interrupting." She feels so small next to these women and their loud, brazen personalities. That she's shorter than them doesn't help.

"Oh, it's only Zoe. Where've you been, girl? Your stepfather missed you after the sermon." Mrs. Murphy, the tall brunette, clasps her on the shoulder. "And we don't care if you hear our gossip. Lord knows I'm loud enough the whole church can hear."

"I didn't leave early, honest!" The last thing she needs is these women spreading rumors about her ducking out. She can already feel their judging eyes. "I just had to uh run an errand right after he finished his sermon. Have any of you seen my mom?"

A redhead in a pastel green dress raises a hand. "I think I saw her head to the ladies' room. Maybe check there?"

"I will. Thank you, Mrs. Fowler!" Zoe waves to the group. Most have already turned away, breaking out into conversations in twos and threes. Lord help her if they ever start gossiping about her.

Mrs. Murphy pulls her to one side before she can walk away. In a near whisper the older woman says, "Hey, you'll tell us if anything's wrong? Right, Zoe? It looked like that old horn dog sat a bit too close to you today."

Zoe blushes redder than the church's carpet. "Oh, oh! He just uh needed me to whisper to him about the sermon. He's hard of hearing and all that."

Mrs. Murphy squeezes her shoulder and says, "Okay. Like you heard, I will smack a perv with the collection plate."

"I'll keep that in mind." She waves again at all the women and hurries off before Mrs. Murphy can ask any more questions. The quickest way to the bathroom would be to go through the back door again. Zoe just has to hope Lucas has finished his cigarette and moved on to wherever he goes on Sunday afternoons.

When she rounds the corner of the building this time, Lucas is nowhere to be seen, which suits Zoe just fine. A blush creeps back into her face at the thought of how close she came to looking at his dick. How far would the voice of the Lord have asked her to go to find all the sin in that boy's heart?

It only takes her a minute or two to reach the ladies' room from the back door. The church has always had the nicest restrooms with tile floors and quartz countertops. According to Joshua, it's important to take pride in the Lord's house and upkeep its beauty as a place to worship Him.

"Mom? Are you in here?" Zoe crouches to peek under the stalls to see if she can spot her mom's shoes. The stalls all look empty except the one furthest from the door. The pair of shoes there look like men's dress shoes. And they're facing toward the toilet, not away from it.

Is there a man in the ladies' room? Before Zoe can call out to whoever is in here, she hears loud moans coming from that stall. A woman's moans. The lewd sounds a nice, God fearing woman might make if she were indulging with a young stud in the church restroom.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.