The first thing we did when we settled was find a church. My wife and I had both grown up in rural Georgia. Even though we were far from saints, we had always attended church regularly. We went to services at several churches until we settled on a small Methodist Church not far from our home.
The pastor and his wife were about our age, and with the small congregation, it didn't take long until we were good friends. Paul and Sue would spend most Sunday afternoons at our house, between the morning and evening services. Sue and my wife would cook or something, while Paul and I would watch football or whatever sport that was in season.
My wife and I have never had children. We married young and both were in college. After we graduated, we both wanted to get our careers started. We both worked hard in our respective jobs and had no time for children. We kept saying we will try next year, but next year never came.
After my wife turned 40, we knew that we were too old and set in our ways to have a baby, so at 41, I had a vasectomy. Our sex life was always good, but after the vasectomy it was even better. The edge was off. There were no risk about getting pregnant so we enjoyed long nights of sex. Even after almost 25 years of marriage our sex life was perfect.
Paul and Sue had one daughter, Beth. She attended a college in Virginia, so we had never met her. Paul would often talk of her. He would brag about how smart she was and how good she was doing in school. I could tell he was very proud of her.
As the time went on, my wife and I both became very active in the church. The more active we became the closer we got to Paul and Sue. Almost every Sunday, my wife would meet Sue before church and they would make coffee, and have doughnuts or something for the congregation as they came in. I rarely went that early, but would arrive a few minutes before the service.
It was mid-November and we were preparing for the Thanksgiving service and meal. Paul and I were outside the church building a shed so he and I could fry the turkey, when his phone rang. As he normally did, he answered and walked away. While he was talking I continued to work.
After some time, he came back to where I was. I could tell something was wrong. He informed me that he had to go. He and Sue needed to go to Virginia because something was wrong. I told him to go, that I would finish up. He thanked me and left.
I finished up and went home. When I arrived home, my wife was on the phone so I went and showered. As I stepped out of the shower, she came into the bathroom where I was about to shave. She told me that she had been on the phone with Sue and apparently Beth had gotten into some type of trouble, and she and Paul were going to get her. Sue had not told her what type of trouble, but asked that we keep their family, especially Paul in our prayers.
A couple days later, Sue called my wife and told her they were home safe. My wife wanted to do something so she began to prepare dinner for them. Once she had everything, we loaded the food into the car and took it over. We were welcomed with open arms. Sue wept as we brought the food in and sat it on the table.
Sue told me that Paul was in his study, so I excused myself from the kitchen and walked over and knocked on the study door. Paul acknowledged, and I slowly opened the door. When I walked in he was sitting behind his desk reading from one of his commentaries. He raised his head, and seen it was me. Then he slowly closed the book as I sat in a chair in front of the desk.
“Bill, Bill, Bill,” he started. “Never in my life did I think I would have to go and bail my little girl out of jail.” He buried his face in his hands. “I think the only thing worse than seeing your little girl in one of those jail jump suits, would be a coffin.”
“I am sorry Paul, I can’t even imagine,” was all that I could think to say.
He began to sob as he continued to tell me the nightmare that he and Sue had just been through. Apparently, Beth had been arrested for soliciting a police officer. Seems for kicks, her and some of her friends had started an escort business. They would go out with visitors of the University, and show them a good time. As he talked his sobbing increased to the point I could barely understand what he said. My heart broke for my friend. Not only because he had to go through this, but because of the pedestal he had put his daughter on. He was truly heartbroken.
That night we ate in silence with our friends. Beth was there but refused to come out of her room while we were there. I was not sure if it was in rebellion or embarrassment, but either way we were not able to meet her. As my wife and I drove home, we talked about how devastated Paul and Sue were.
It was Sunday before we saw our friends again. Not knowing if Sue would be at church, I went early with my wife to prepare the pastries and coffee. When we walked in we were surprised to see Sue and, we assumed, Beth in the kitchen working. My wife placed her purse on the table and jumped in to help.
Sue introduced us to Beth as they worked. She was a beautiful young lady, and my earthly thoughts were, that I bet she made a killing as an escort. She had long tanned and toned legs. She had a tight hour glass figure, and filled out the dress she wore perfectly. Her breasts were not overly big, but fit her frame perfectly. Her beauty was topped off with jet black hair that shone under the fluorescent lights of the church, and when she smiled, the cutest dimples appeared in her cheeks. Her eyes were a greyish blue, and looked almost clear if the light hit them the right way. She was one of the hottest females I had ever seen.
I caught myself staring at her and she caught me several times as well. Each time she caught me she would smile and those dimples would make my insides boil. I had to get out of there. I stood up, then realized that had been a mistake. I quickly readjusted myself and looked around to see if anyone had seen the bulge. No one was looking, so I took a deep breath and went into the sanctuary to greet the congregation.
After the service, I was relieved when my wife told me that Paul, Sue and Beth were not coming over. I was not sure if I could be around Beth for a long period of time. She was hot and knew it. She had caught me looking more than once, and knowing what she had done, made me leery to be around her.
That afternoon was the first practice for the Christmas Program. I was not in the program. However, my wife had volunteered me to help build the props. My sole purpose for being there was to see how much work I had to do. Just my luck, the first person I saw when I walked through the door was Beth.
She was no longer in the conservative church dress. She was wearing a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove. The jeans really showed off her perfect round bottom. Her top was a flannel button down, but the top three buttons were unbuttoned and although her breasts were not big enough to produce a lot of cleavage, it showed enough to get my blood pumping once again.
I did a quick scan of the skits in the program to see what was needed.