Quite Spiritual

"What's all that shindig going on down the street?" Abe asked, opening the blinds suspiciously.

"Oh, I think the ladies are having a Young Republicans meeting at Elizabeth's home," Cindy said, trying to mollify the older Black man. He squinted, looking out the blinds with a scowl. How could Moses tolerate that from his wife, he thought.

"Can we pray, Father?" Cindy asked, reminding him of what was ostensibly his purpose here.

They prayed, and read scripture, and did all the things that Abe should do as a preacher. And then Abe listened to Cindy confide in him about her divorce, about her fears, about her son Chris.

"You need a strong father figure around him, Cindy, if you want him to grow up to be the man you believe he can be," Abe told her sagely.

"But father ... who would want me? I mean, I've tried, and the guys I can get I'm not interested in," Cindy said sadly. "Can't I get by on just being spiritual and devoting us to the good book?"

"Some things even the spiritual can't satisfy, Cindy. But if you look at things from a different perspective, you may find what you seek."

She looked at him quizzically, and then she looked down. God, she thought. He didn't even look hard, and his ... thing ... looked big. She placed her hand on it. She felt it throb, and start to grow. Abe didn't even look at her, focusing on the wall.

She took his silence as acceptance, continuing to stroke him through his pants, then gently unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. She was no prize compared to Elizabeth and Julia and Allie, but she deserved some measure of happiness, she thought. She tugged his cock free, finally. Geez, she thought, so much bigger than her ex. Maybe Elizabeth had the right of it, marrying a Black man. She knelt for him, and he still didn't make eye contact, but an old, gnarled hand settled in her dirty blonde hair.

She struggled on his length and thickness, taking only half of him. Finally, she settled for sucking vigorously on the head while she jerked the remainder of his length, dutifully sucking his seed when he came.

Only then did he make eye contact with her again.

"I will help you with your son," he said. "But you'll have a meal prepared next week when I visit. And you'll improve your technique. Substantially."

She blushed at being upbraided.

"Yes, Father."