
I looked at the young pastor and offered him another cup of tea. He sat in my room with a look of hopeful expectation.
âI would love to contribute to your fund, and I must say that, in principle I am of course an avid supporter of anything that helps disadvantaged inner youth,â and with that I paused and leaned a little closer, my cleavage spilling into his eyeline.
I continued, âBut, I wonder, Pastor. What can you do for me?â
The young man looked a little surprised, then replied, âNaturally, Iâd like to help my benefactor in any way I can.â I couldnât help noticing the struggle he was having averting his eyes from my breasts.
I smiled at him, placed my hand on his knee, at which he nearly jumped out of his skin, and then I said, âDonât worry, Iâm sure there will come a day when you can do some sort of service for me.â
âY,yes⊠Of course. Iâll be happy toâŠâ
âGood! And that day is today!â I replied quickly.
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