Chapter 13

            Lamais's pov

"Ohhhhhhh sssss," I moaned.

  Cushane was eating me out and I love it, I came to a shaking climax and he lift his head to my face and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and squeeze him tightly.

  "Let's go cleaned up," he said and I got up.

  His pants front was soaking wet and he tried to hide it as we walk to the bathroom, he leave me to use the bathroom and wipe away all the wetness from my vagina and legs. My lips were swollen and pink and I wish he would ask me to marry him so I wouldn't feel so guilty about my burning desire for him. He was wearing a different joggers when I came out of the bathroom and he walked me down to my car after I slid on back my underwear.

  I went straight into the shower when I arrived home, after talking to him I knelt down at my bedside and ask God to help me. I should have gone on contraception two days ago when my period had finished, I thought as I lie down thinking about how good my body felt yet burning for a deeper fulfillment.

  I read my bible and pray for most of the next day, Shanty brought in my delivery of church hats and ask for the church keys. I admired them for a while then began praying again, the need for Cushane was great to the point of me aching. My prayer was mainly asking God to not let my desires affect my ministering, grandma had told me that sex was a part of life and I should get married so that when nature calls I could answer and still be spiritual whilst attending church. She use to stress that sex was not a bad thing and it didn't stop you from worshipping has some people claims, I'm not perfect and I have feelings after all I told myself.

  I got up and began cooking dinner, in between that I seasoned seven large bale of chickens and close them, the loud music system over by the church came on and I heard the technician testing the microphones. Kemar came inside the kitchen and hands me the basket of seasonings and fruits he had collected from the garden out back, I told him to get the hand-truck and carry over the bales of seasoned chicken and stack them in the large freezer in the church kitchen store room then lock it and bring the key back to me.

   That evening I went and checked that everything was in place for the following night, my robes were being pressed by Shanty as I sat by the baptismal pool on the sacred platform on the rostrum. I miss my grandma, I could tell her how I'm feeling right now without being ashame and knowing she would talk with me- giving me the best advice she could. She was never one to judge and ask me not to do so either, but to use good judgment in important circumstances.

  Shanty sighed the short distance where she stood ironing and I glance over at her. "Why are you crying?" She ask looking at me.

"Umph," I sighed wiping at my eyes and face.

  I hadn't even realize I was crying. "I miss mama," I said when I saw her still looking at me moments later.

  "You aren't the only one my dear, take heart she's looking down on us from heaven," she said forlornly.

   I smile, Shanty sometimes sound like grandma, I guess being around a person everyday for long periods of time does that. She took all the ironed robes inside the office, there was a tiny dressing room behind it only for my use. The closet there only contains my robes, a skirt suit, face towels and three pair of shoes just in case I needed to change and the face towels are for my use during sermon. I also have a bathroom for myself and it is not for other visiting pastors or bishops, there are separate bathrooms for them and the congregation. It helps to prevent crowding at the bathrooms and also for those pastors who didn't want to mix with the congregation.

   Sometimes I think being a christian will send you to hell faster than if you weren't, oh the things that I've witnessed. I turn off the pipe and pull the shutter over the filled pool, with a check that everywhere was locked up properly- me and Shanty went through the gate and locked it.

  "See you in the morning," I told her while hugging her two youngest children.

  They have came to wait on her. "Good night ma'am,"she said.

"Good night to you and your lovely children as well," I said releasing them so they can go.

   A chorus of "good night" came from them and I watch them walk away before crossing the road and going into my yard, I activated the alarm systems as I entered the house and after a second serving of food it was a shower and bed for me.

   I deactivate the alarms and place the church, reading room and shop keys on the verandah, I leave the grill open and went straight to the kitchen. I made enough breakfast just in case Shanty or Kemar wanted, the gate opens and I heard a loud "morning" from Shanty and the keys being taken up. The hose was being drawn at the side of the house and the broom sweeping the paved gateway was heard.

  I made several bottles of fruit juice and add them to what was already in the deep freezer. "Ma'am, mi must wash di vehicle dem now? Yuh did sey fi mek dem stay till today," Kemar ask from the back door.

  "What time yuh fi reach school?" I ask him.

"Mi can reach by eight," he replies.

  "A'right cause di place will dry back and mi nuh want yuh too tired later," I told him and went for the keys.

   Shanty answers Sis. Kirkland whi was calling and walk to the gate. "Kemar, breakfast is in the kitchen if you want somn to eat before yuh leave," I told Kemar and went upstairs to my room.

  I wash my hair and twine it up small, the time was now seven forty-five but I wasn't in any haste- there wasn't any clients scheduled to come in this week and anyone who came for reading will be dealt with when time allows.

  "Ma'am, I'm coming up," Shanty called from the stairs.

  "Ok," I answered and made sure I wasn't exposed in any way.

  "Yuh have anything fi mi duh before mi guh wey fi come back a meeting?" She ask from the doorway.

  "I can't think of anything we haven't dealt with," I answered looking at her.

  "A'right, Sis. Kirkland and har husband over di church and available to welcome any early visitors, then Sis. Roper and har daughter a guh come by ten fi start prepare di afternoon meal fi di visitors. Mi lock up back di reading room and di shop, but just in case anybody come yuh red robe with the pull over head covering dey right a di doorway," she explains.

  "Ok thank you, everything sounds good so far," I told her.

  "Mi a guh dung guh spin round likkle an' den get ready and come back fi meeting, but can I please have one a yuh black hat?" She said then ask.

   I was laughing before she finished saying hat. "Guh tek one and yuh don't name Tishawna," I told her.

  "Hi hi hi, mi sey di pickney sey mi nuffi wear none a har hat dem," she laughed and said.

  "I doe wrong har. Hello! You try puddung dah one dey," I said then tell her as she place one of my expensive and favorite hat on her head.

  "Yuh nuh want mi look good and maybe ketch one man yiy?" She ask laughing and taking up another.

  "A don't stop yuh guh buy hat," I told her.

  She came out from my closet posing in one. "If I were you I would a gone a my yard before di owner change har mind," I told her.

  She ran out of my room laughing, and I laugh too, I bunch my hair neatly under a bonnet then went to bathe. I could hear vehicles arriving as I got dress in my nice casual skirt suit, my skirt swivels around my ankles and I pushed my feet into flat shoes then went downstairs.

  I met Sis. Roper on my way over to the church and checked my watch, the time flew by so fast it was already after ten. I greeted international bishop Shimand and his wife evangelist Shimand, I cut our happy little chat and went to my office so things could get underway. I call Sis.Roper one side and gave her a stern warning, I did not want anything going missing neither any arguing or shortage- I was not going to just overlook it like my grandma. Enough was there and they could eat filling their bellies without taking away three quarters of it.

   A little over half of one side of the church seats was occupied, with a seating of over seven hundred on each side. Evangelist Shimand was asking questions from the scripture from which the theme of the convention is taken from (James 2 : ) No one was answering correctly and it looked bad.

   I raise my hand and stand. "Praise the Lord. (Ephesians 2 : 8-10) For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God's handiwork created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. This scripture is also speaking of faith and telling us that we have to do good works in order to get rewarded, back to Evangelist Shimand," I said then sit.

To be continued...