Burn Again

Episode 8

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What joy! What happiness!! I had no doubt I heard it!

Bishop Rowlands had said it earlier. And even said it
two additional times! I was part of those assigned to
Pastor (Mrs.) Elizabeth Rowlands for follow up! How I
had prayed for this to happen! How I had spent all the
days of my life waiting for this day! In fact, I was born
and raised for this moment! And how so delighted I
was. There were other counselors who also received
names of converts. So many of them. And that had to
be because of the large number of converts that turned
up. I felt I was extremely lucky to have gotten Elizabeth.

Or would I say, we were just somehow destined to have
our paths crossed! And I was relishing what would
become an exhilarating first meeting!
Nevertheless, my joy and delight looked to be soon cut
off. I had been having one of the most thrilling
moments of my entire life earlier on; just after
Elizabeth and the husband had walked in. I had been
blessed by the location she had chosen to seat. I had
not noticed how special and majorly different the seat
(as well as the husband’s) looked from the rest. They
were special seats for the two joint owners of the
church. And how graced I was to have been asked to a
seat by the stewardess, that offered me a great view
to the absolutely radiant woman. I had unendingly
savored all she was made of; continuously lingering my
eyes on her conservatively covered B—m, thighs and
legs. This continued for a long while. But just then, I
suddenly witnessed what would become the most
defining point of this my recent involvement with the
church. She had been scanning through the
congregation while I stared at her and while she was
doing so, her eyes spotted me! Her eyes spotted me
from where she sat! And when she did so, she let her
eyes linger! It lingered more than anticipated and she
never made any attempts to hide what I felt was abject
curiosity. I became rather confused too. I was never
expecting that from her. At least not so early.
Now everything was suddenly coming as a ball of glee
shelled in abject uncertainty. This was further
confirmed just moments after we had exchanged these
glances. I unmistakably sensed a sudden discomfort on
her part. She became abruptly fazed and soon began to
attract the attention of persons sitting close to her.

I even noticed when it looked like the husband was
enquiring of her of which it seemed he got no answer
to. I was confused. Had I become a foreign presence
who was bringing something untraditional into the fold?