Comfort and Sin

"Zoe, God moves through the hands of the faithful. Yield your knees, hike up your hem, and let Mr. Wilcox's hand comfort you through this long, long sermon," the voice said.

Target > 80

1d100 Roll = 88

Successful Suggestion (+3 Corruption Points)

Zoe Bellamy (Update):

Corruption Points = 3

Zoe hears the voice and has a flutter of doubt. Would the Lord ask her to bare her legs in His house? The knotty hand on her knee gives another squeeze as Mr. Wilcox looks to her with a wrinkled smile and says, "Not dozing off, are ya?"

She should know better than to question Him. If the Lord wants her to be comforted by Mr. Wilcox, then she should accept His infinite wisdom. With a shake of her head she answers, "No no, I'm awake." She tugs up on the hem of her dress. The soft fabric bunches up, baring first her knees and then the smooth skin of pale thighs that don't see much sun.

Mr. Wilcox plants his hand on her naked knee. "Good, good. I like this sermon. Give it a good listen." He rubs her knee.

Zoe remembers the rest of the command and lets her knees part. She doesn't watch Mr. Wilcox and keeps her attention on her stepfather gesturing from behind the podium, but she feels the hand creep ever higher. When it reaches her inner thigh, she blushes and thinks about those gnarled fingers inching closer to her cotton panties.

They touch the edge of her panties just as the sermon ends. The wet spot on the cotton embarrasses her. She's quick to smooth out her dress again as Mr. Wilcox pulls back his hand. "Thank you for um keeping me company, Mr. Wilcox."

"Zoe, it is your duty to find the sinfulness among the flock. Seek out the individual here who is the most likely to sin and do all you can to get them to confide in you," the voice said.

Target > 40

1d100+3 Roll = 50

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 4

Zoe blushes hotly still as her stepfather finishes his sermon. Remembering fingers where she's never let any guy come close to touching has her clenching her thighs together. She jumps a little when Mr. Wilcox taps her knee. In a near whisper he says against her ear, "Time to go shake the preacher's hand." With the help of his cane he stands and holds out a hand for her.

Zoe lets him help her to her feet. Even leaning on his cane, Mr. Wilcox towers over her 5'1 frame. She tucks her blonde hair behind one ear and smiles up to him. "Hey, Mr. Wilcox? Can you run interference and keep Joshua from looking for me? I have to do something real quick."

He flashes her a wrinkled smile. "Distract the preacher? Leave it to this old wind bag. Anything for a little lady as sweet and pretty as you." He nudges her toward the end of the pew with a pat to her butt. "Off with you now."

She smiles at him over her shoulder. "Thank you, thank you!" All around her the congregation rises to their feet. A lot of the older church members make their way to the front to shake hands with her stepfather Joshua. Any other Sunday Zoe would be up there with him, but it's easy to disappear into the crowd when most of the adults are taller than her.

If the voice wants her to find a sinner, then it can only mean she's meant to go speak to Lucas. As the deacon's son, he should be in the church with the rest of the congregation for the sermon. Should be. But Zoe knows Lucas can always be found in a cloud of smoke behind the church.

She coughs when she steps out the back door, already smelling the smoke as she pinches her nose shut. "Ew. Those things will kill you, Lucas."

"Shut up. Why don't you go back to sucking off your stepdad in there?" He flicks his cigarette. "You never bother me back here. So what do you want?"

Zoe bites at the back of her lip. She still has that wet spot from the voice's first command, and now it has her talking to this ruffian. Lucas is someone she had a crush on once, if she's honest. Back when she had her bad boy phase and his dark hair and ice blue eyes caught her attention. Then she realized he's just a cretin and went back to ignoring boys and heeding only the words of the Lord.

But if God wants her speaking to Lucas now, then so be it. She moves closer, fighting the urge to cough as she touches his arm. "Can you um confess your sins to me? I know you smoke, and I've heard the rumors about you and girls. What else is there?" She strokes his arm and flashes what she hopes is a winning smile.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.