is face was blurry and everywhere in the room was blurry. She blinked twice

— his raspy, baritone voice was u

smell of the room, the bed, the bandage on her head, and the

d I get

neighbour, bless her, came into your apartment and found you lying unconscious on the

ankly at the foot of the bed, trying to frame the moment, to believe that this was really her, al

ed drinking aga

asked, stil

u d

Reverend. The

t drunk?” The Reverend seemed annoyed.

and told me he had finally bought a big house in P

s face creasing up in a frown. “How about falling on your knees and gl

say. She only looked at

re now, Sharon. A chi

w, Rev

u forge

d. I didn't.

rinking, Sharon. Ya

it again,

's p

, Rev

” she tightened her shut eyes and tried to focus on Jesus her Saviour, the one who rescued her from that intruder last night, the one who saved her from the wickedness o

proudly as though they were queens who ruled a kingdom, and the Reverend knew, deep down, that the kingdom was Sharon's body: his hips, her behind, her lips, her eyes, everywhere — her breasts ruled them all. Reverend Onoja knew, also, that he was ruled by those breasts. They filled his eyes with glory and his imagination with splendor. They made h

ing, “that your daughter was saved by Your pow

as the god on her chest, the large soft, succulent god, that he so longed to lay not just his hands and also his life on. In his head he heard the god saying, “Come, come, come.” And looking at this god so intently, so furiously, with pure, unbridled lust blazing in his eyes, he said,

her misty, bloodshot eyes. She was s

the Lord said yo

barrassment. But the emotions she felt

ord for making

the Reverend, looking d

ay that he would be

he looked around the bed,

for you

's not here. Reverend, I need to speak wi

thing behind her chest, something inside her, something dazzlingly beautiful, like a gemstone, something that seemed within easy reach yet so far away. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and closed his eyes. He was sweating now. His crotch didn't bulge this time but something else had risen in him, and that thing made his shook him savagely. A storm

s caught her eyes, and she flinched, stunne

rend

ea

ou all

n praying

mething in

do you

like a

ower of the

h.

frowned. “H

d then looked forlornly

at the Reverend. “He wasn't even surprised or shocked when I told him what happened to

l, perhaps he's out of sorts.

he's ma

know,” he sh

Sharon said: “Reverend, thank you so much for all you've d

ja smiled a

started yet. I am still going