The Preacher

Elizabeth was still a little sullen about Moses's upcoming tryst with Shanequa.

"Why exactly do we need to meet with him again?" she asked Moses.

"He leads the largest black congregation in the whole city. We're members of a much smaller black church," Moses reminded her.

"But can't this wait until after the baby is born? I mean, we're only in primary season ..."

"Babydoll, this city is black enough that the primary season is the same as the general election. Now get your lipstick right, it's still smudged from my cock."

***

Twenty minutes later, they were in an office with Father Abraham Highsmith, or Father Abe as he was known. While Moses was thickly built, Abe was rotund. Where Moses was old, Abe was ancient, at 71.

"I was sorry to hear of the passing of your wife when I was in the pen, Father Abe," Moses said.

"It was a real tragedy," Abe agreed. "Fifty-three years of marriage and ten kids. She was an angel, and is an angel now. So what brings you here, young fella?"

"Well, you know, I'm running. And young Jayson Briggs is running too. And I need all the support I can get."

"I don't get involved in politics," Abe said stiffly.

"C'mon, Father Abe, don't give me that. We both know that you'll put your weight behind a candidate. Quietly of course." Abe's eyes flicked over to Elizabeth.

"Mighty fine woman you have here. Richard Castle's daughter, is that right?"

"She is," Moses said.

"Quite the coup landing that catch. That yours?" Abe said, nodding at Elizabeth's round belly.

"Our son, Samson," Moses said.

"I always tell our congregants to be fruitful and multiply. Quite the accomplishment. Quite the accomplishment indeed." He sat there, considering for a few moments. Under the table, Elizabeth could feel Abe's gnarled old fingers slide between her thighs, resting on her ample thighs, inches away from the heat radiating from her sex. She swallowed audibly.

"I think we can work something out," Abe concluded. "Of course, the higher you go, the more support you'll need." Abe flashed Elizabeth a lecherous grin and then stood, his frame stooping over as he gripped the table.