Deacon Jess Hollman wadded his wet, red kerchief tightly and tucked it down in his right boot. He sat and smiled while imagining himself mounting Sarah in the soft grass meadow of his farm. Sarah listened to the singing..imagining that Deacon Jess Hollman was being mounted by a grizzly bear. He mistook her little smile for being pleased that she pleased him. When the Sunday service was finished....Deacon Hollman escorted Sarah down the steps and into the hall where Pastor Saylen was waiting.
Pastor Saylen asked the Deacon,"Did she attempt to touch herself...did she behave as a Christian woman?" Deacon Hollman stiffened his posture and sharply stated,"She acted a perfect lady....very perfect." The Deacon added,"I would not even mind the same responsibility next Sunday....I quite like the view from the balcony." Pastor Saylen...a bit suspicious said,"No..no...we will stick with the agreement...Deacon Smithens will monitor her next week....then...yourself the following Sunday."
Pastor Saylen saw the disappointment on Deacon Hollman's face but stood by his decision. Sarah handed the Pastor a yellow envelope from her purse. The Pastor took it and could feel the thickness of the money inside. He didn't smile but he thanked her for her generous tithe. Sarah walked out the open doors and down the steps. Both men watched her as Washington pulled the buggy in front of the church.
Pastor Saylen looked at Deacon Hollman with concern...saying,"I hope this wasn't a mistake....and...I forgot to ask you...How does Hilda (the Deacon's wife) feel about your participation in this Widow Hessen situation? Deacon Hollman grinned and said,"She is eager for a tasty bone to pack to her gossiping bitches in bonnets....she will be disappointed though....Widow Hessen was nothing but a lady...a well behaved lady."
They said their goodbyes....Deacon Hollman waked out the large double, walnut doors and Pastor Saylen shut them behind him. Pastor Saylen then walked up the steps to the curtain enclosure. He looked at the chairs that were less than a foot apart. He moved them further apart...then stood...staring down at his pulpit. There was something wrong with the way Deacon Hollman acted....it was if he was hiding a guilt. Pastor Saylen had dealt with people hiding guilt many times. He said a small prayer and left for his home.
Washington pulled the buggy off the gravel road into the curved red brick driveway of the mansion. As he helped Sarah step down...Sarah asked him,"Washington....do you think you could operate one of those automobiles?" Washington grinned and said,"I don't know Miss. Sarah...for you...I can sure give it a try." Gretchen came out on the front porch and told Sarah that her roast chicken was on the table. Gretchen was running late for a poetry reading of James Whitcomb Riley's works.
Washington and Gretchen headed back towards Willowheart and Sarah had her meal by the kitchen bay window. The noon sun was making the winged cherub fountain waters sparkle. She stared at the sparkles as if they were the very sustenance of life. She imagined herself being part of the clear stream...flowing and splashing to do nothing but continuously ripple the water.
Her mind wandered years back when she was a girl.... to a sunny day in Albany. A fair haired boy had promised to show her heaven. He coaxed her to climb a mighty oak tree with him. He would climb up and reach his hand down to help her. His dusty, straight...long blond bangs would hang in front of his face like two half moons. She felt warm...remembering his broad, confident smile. After a few tiny scrapes and sore muscles...they were at the top.
Sarah could see almost all of Albany and the Cathedral that was close to her aunts house where she grew up. The boy smiled as he took off his pale blue shirt and brown trousers. She had never seen a naked male before and she giggled at the sight of his member....poking up like a fishing pole. He folded his clothes and put them in a large...three limb fork of the tree. Sarah stood nervously on two smaller limbs as he pulled her blue dress over her head. She remembered the softness and excitement in his eyes as he looked on her body.
He folded her dress and added it on top of his clothes. He guided her to sit on the clothes and hang on to two smaller branches growing out from the large limbs. He pulled her left hand away from the branch and told her to touch his hardened member. She did and it flinched! She giggled as he began to fondle her breasts. When he put her left nipple in his mouth and began to suckle....her girlish giggles turned to little moans.
He reached his hands under and behind her bottom to pull her a little forward. She could feel the head of his member pushing against her mound...then slightly inside. He kissed her and eased the length of himself into her. She felt a little sting and discomfort at first. He slowly moved in and out while clutching her spread open legs in his hands. He buried his face in her hair on her neck. He moved in and out...a little faster...then a little faster.
Sarah leaned back and looked through the top branches of leaves at the blue sky. A large bird was sailing on the updrafts. She felt flutters in her lower stomach and twitching in her mound. He was breathing hard and moaning as she locked her legs behind his. She was humping towards him now...still watching the beautiful bird in the sky. Her moans became louder than his as she let go of the branches and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She cried out with pleasure as her body trembled and her abdomen quaked. He screamed as she felt the warm spurts deep inside her. He held her and moaned but didn't pull his member out. She could feel it slowly lose stiffness...then length...then retreat. Still focused on the sailing bird....he had spoken soft words to her but she couldn't remember what they were. Sarah remembered not wanting to climb down the tree...she wanted to stay there forever with him. It was as close to heaven as could be...she thought...and smiled at her reflection in the window.
