You're twenty years old. Your parents forced you to teacher every Sunday as your crazy religious family would. In your town, there was only one church and in that church was only well one preacher. Obviously.

Preacher Reese was sweet and he was pretty inspirational. Even though he was 5 years older than you, you couldn't help but be smitten with the man. Whenever your parents left to talk to their other brothers and sister in the neighborhood he would come chat with you and compliment you.

Today, it happened again. He came and sat next to you, talking to you sweetly and during this he placed his hand on your thigh as he spoke; his thumb stroking your inner thigh.

"Your face is red..Everything alright?"

He asked, knowing damn well the affect he has on you but pretending not to.