Untethering: Cindy

"Oh, I'm sorry, Moses, I'd planned to pick up some sugar from Elizabeth is all," Cindy said, looking uncertainly into the home. There was no Elizabeth there, which was quite by design. There was an older Black man on the couch, however.

"Oh, Cindy, it's no trouble. Let me get it for you. Have you met Father Abe Highsmith?" Moses said, moving out to the kitchen.

"It's nice to meet you Father," Cindy said demurely. Abe eyed the thick blonde. She had some big titties and an ass, just as Moses had promised.

"I haven't seen you around Miss ..." Abe responded.

"Abbott. I don't think we're in the same congregation," she observed wryly.

"Probably not. But are you a woman of faith, Miss Abbott?" Abe asked, eyeing her. She had pretty green eyes, he thought.

"Well, we are spiritual, yes. Quite spiritual. But since the divorce it's ... it's been hard," Cindy admitted.

"I know we're not of the same flock, so to speak. But I could always come and minister to you personally. It's not far out of the way, and I can always see this old coot," Abe said, nodding towards Moses.

"P-p-perhaps, Father," Cindy said. What was the harm?