Bishop Jamie was not your stereotypical church leader. He was crass, greedy and selfish. All of that would be his undoing, however, when a new parishioner accidentally dropped a vial of liquid in the collection plate. Will nineteen-year-old Deacon Tim take advantage of the situation and take the new nun hard and without protection? Or will he stop when he realizes that it’s his former boss he’s fa More
Bishop Jamie was not your stereotypical church leader. He was crass, greedy and selfish. All of that would be his undoing, however, when a new parishioner accidentally dropped a vial of liquid in the collection plate. Will nineteen-year-old Deacon Tim take advantage of the situation and take the new nun hard and without protection? Or will he stop when he realizes that it’s his former boss he’s fallen for?
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"Not many charitable people here today, sir," said Deacon Tim, poking his finger through the masses of coinage and green paper in the collection plate.
To put it politely, at nine-teen, Deacon Tim was a bit of a newbie here and didn’t know how much of a greedy bastard I was sometimes. Obviously I didn’t vocalize that, sometimes I really fantasized about pocketing all of that moolah. I wasn’t planning on letting that part of my personality wash over me though, being a priest and all.
“Yeah pretty much,” I said in reply to his comment about the visitors. “There were quite a lot of people visiting today to listen to the teachings passed from our lord and I.” I replied having a look through the collection plate myself, “I couldn’t help but notice a stranger joining us today, to contribute to the plate - I mean - to join the cause.”
“That’s very good sir,” said Deacon Tim wondering what to say. “I’m sure he will benefit greatly from our service.”
“Ah, yes, and the more the merrier, too,” I said leaning back with my feet on the table.
“It’s probably time to take out this money and sort it into piles,” I said, putting my feet back on the floor and leaning forward to reach for the plate. “This $20 usually comes from Ms. Thompson so I’ll keep it in a special place to remember that it’s from her.” I grabbed the paper slip and placed in my desk, totally intending it to put it in my wallet later.
"Uh, okay sir. Hey, what's that?" Deacon Tim pointed toward something shiny at the bottom of the collection plate.
“Huh, I’m not sure.” I sat down and picked up the shiny thing and inspected it, holding it out so Deacon Tim could also see it and have a guess on what it might be.
“Could be someone’s medication?” he shrugged.
“What, prescribed by a doctor? I don’t know, Tim.” I retorted, “There’s also the question of why someone would put it on the collection plate. Can you see people donating their medication to the sick and needy?” I asked rhetorically, looking at him and expecting him to admit how silly that was.
I heard him giggle to himself before opening his mouth to talk again. “Okay, well, what kind of people came in today? Could you tell if any creepy looking people were here?”
Placing the vial back in the collection plate, I leaned back on my chair in contemplation. “Well, there was this guy with a long trench coat and sunglasses, and a fat guy with a white beard. Why are we talking about this anyway?”
I didn’t think guessing who the person was specifically was the best bet. “This is pointless, we might as well just leave it at the front desk and whoever it belongs to will show up, I’m sure of it.” I wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.
Pointing at the orb that was in my hand, Deacon Tim replied, “Okay maybe it’s not medicine, maybe it’s something expensive. Look, there’s a liquid inside it.” As weird as this was, there was something splashing around inside the vial.
At that moment my heart struck gold, I had the best idea yet, which arose the possibility of not being a priest anymore and living abroad with lots of money. “You think this might be expensive?” I looked at him, trying to keep an innocuous face as possible.
“Don’t you even think about it!” he reached out his arm, intending to grab it off me.
“Woah,” I replied pulling my hand away, tightening my grip. “What was that for?”
“You’re planning on selling this aren’t you?” he accused with a grumpy look on his face, hiding his incoming aggression.
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