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Still, I would be a complete idiot to turn this down.

I turn my attention back to Rev’s words.

“So, let’s talk about today’s talk about why bad things happen to good people. Does anybody have any questions? Or thoughts? How about you, Rex?”

The reverend turns to me and looks directly at my face.

I really,reallywish he wouldn’t look at me right now, because at this exact moment, his daughter is rubbing my dick under the table right beside him.

I cannot make this obvious.

I cannot give this away.

“What do I think?” I ask, trying to gather my thoughts. I feel Faith’s toes massage my hard dick and I can’t keep myself together. “I think… I think that it’s cool that pain reminds us to go to God… but I think it sucks that we have to… suffer.”

I am not doing a good job.

But Faith certainly is.

She’s as stone-faced as can be, but the magic that she is working under this table is incredible.

Faith rubs my dick all the way up than all the way down the shaft.

And I’m so fucking excited that I am about to explode.

“It does suck,” Rev says, looking at my face again, even though I am desperate for him not to. “God never said this would be easy. It’s hard. It’s really, really hard.”

Jesus.

Could there be a worse word choice?

I look at Faith.

Our eyes connect.

And that is all it fucking takes.

I lose my control and I come right under this table.

I exhale heavily.

And Rev puts a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he tells me. “Whatever it is that you’re going through, you are not alone.”

I nod.

I look at Faith.

He is definitely right about that.

Chapter Four

Faith

I practically run out of the cafeteria.

I must be losing my mind.

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