“Well, you’re the one always saying it is what it is,” I replied. “Maybe we finally need to find out exactly what this is.”
I saw her face grow cloudy for a moment. She was still afraid, not quite ready to trust me.
“We’ll take as long as you need,” I added. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She smiled one of her rare, openmouth smiles, and planted her lips around my dick. “Don’t want to attach bad memories to the blow job experience,” she explained as she began to suck my dick back to life.
Muchas gracias, I thought to myself, and rolled my eyes to the back of my head as the sensations shut them tight.
Saints and Sinners
Santos y pecadores
Geneva King
Hello. You’ve reached Sister Adele at The Center. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message. God bless.” Beep. A familiar voice rang out.
“Morning, Adele. I was hoping to catch you before you left your room. I need a favor. Call me back.”
Adele groaned. Frank’s favors usually involved her mentoring some juvenile delinquent. Normally she wouldn’t mind, but she had too much on her plate already. Her eyes fell on the Jesus portrait in the corner. From His perch, He looked more disapproving of her than usual.
“Fine, I’ll call him,” she muttered. “Maybe I can help him find another place.”
She plopped on her bed and dialed Frank’s number.
His secretary answered on the second ring. “Frank Meyer’s office. How may I help you?”
“Hi, Carrie. It’s Adele. Is the boss in?”
“Sure thing, Sis—I mean, Adele. I’ll transfer you over.”
Adele grinned into the phone. It had taken the perky receptionist a while to figure out how to address her. Adele still wasn’t sure whether nuns inspired a sense of reverence or discomfort in the woman.
“Adele! How are ya?”
“Fine, Frank. I trust all is well with you?”
Her friend sighed dramatically on the other end of the line. “It is now that you called. I need a big favor from you. You see, I have—”
She cut him off before he could get too far. “About that. You know I’m always willing to help, but I don’t have the time. Why don’t you call Jennifer across town? I’m sure she’d be happy to work with the child.”
“It’s not a kid.”
Adele was momentarily nonplussed. “But I thought you only dealt with juveniles.”
“We’ve had some staff cuts, so I get more to do. Which is why I need your help.” He sounded so tired, she felt herself melting.
“What did he do?” When there was no answer, she spoke again more sharply. “Frank?”
“Assault.” He scrambled to explain before she could refuse. “The guy he assaulted hurt his sister. Beat her bad enough to put her in the hospital. That’s why he’s not in jail right now. The judge went really easy on him. Probation and community service.”
Adele squeezed her eyes shut. “Dear Lord. Okay, okay, you win. What’s he like?”
“His name is Miguel, he’s twenty-two, from the old neighborhood. No father, lives with the mother and sister.” Frank hesitated. “He’s got a rough exterior. I really think he can be helped…if he’ll let anyone in.”
“That’s always the catch.” She pursed her lips. “All right, when can I expect him? And how long will he be here?”
“The judge gave him a hundred hours. I’ll bring him over first thing this morning.”