Not at first.

Henry heard another faint sound through Dorothy's office door. His eyes strayed back to the keyhole, curious who his wife was receiving. The jacket on the hook was plain, large, and new. He sighed at himself and padded over to the door in his slippers.

As soon as his eyes focused on the scene, his face flushed with embarrassment. Instant karma, as Dorothy would say. Dorothy was orally coaxing an erection from the penis of a nice young man who had recently been confirmed in the Upper Church and was working on his performance. Though his father had been one of the congregation's stalwarts for many years, the young man was struggling with quickly spilt blessings or softness at the threshold of the womanly altar. Tall, fat, shy and gentle, he needed patience and reassurance. Maybe Dorothy had called him in for an extra session.

Henry nodded, trusting Dorothy at her work, and got a cup of fresh coffee.

In a couple of minutes Henry heard the familiar rhythm of flesh on flesh tell him that the young man was cleaving to Dorothy as a man to a woman. Henry's heart warmed, knowing that once again under his roof, loving community was being built and celebrated. Perhaps soon he would see the young man honoring love in church with Mrs. Gunderson or Mrs. Patterson.

Henry took his coffee into the little closet with a window that served as his writing office and sat down with the door ajar to wait for his wife and the young man to reach fulfillment. He hoped Dorothy would still be interested in going upstairs after her pastoral work.

After Dorothy had shown the young man out, Henry stepped out to greet her.

"I love how you put your heart into pastoral work," Henry said.

Dorothy smiled. "It's one of the best things about being a pastor's wife, at least for me," she said. "Working with youth."

"How's the young man doing?" Henry asked.

"He's got a way to go," Dorothy said. "But he's good-hearted and eager, and there's nothing wrong with his manhood, physically speaking. Between me and Mrs. Patterson, we'll get him in shape. In a few years, he'll be a real asset to the Upper Church."

"Like his dad," Henry said. "Will we see him in Sunday Celebration soon?"

Dorothy smiled. "Well, by Easter, I'm sure he'll be ready to witness with the congregation," she said.

"Mrs. Gunderson was saying she was looking forward to having him cleave unto her," Henry said.

"He likes her. I'll have to mention that to him," Dorothy said.

"Still inclined to head upstairs now that our work is done?" Henry asked.

"Why Pastor Dicks, you have something left after visiting Mrs. Patterson?" Dorothy asked.

"For you, my love, always," Henry said.

Dorothy smiled. "Always. But especially right after I've known a young man, Henry. You lovable old goat."

"Sharing love brings more love," Henry said.

"Let's go upstairs," Dorothy said.