"Oh, Laverne," he scoffed. "Frank would never do anything like that."

"I didn't think he would either," she half-sobbed. "But that was before I found this letter."

"Are you sure it's not just your imagination?" he asked. "You're a young and attractive woman. I can't believe Frank would cheat on you."

"Oh, Reverend Walker." She began openly sobbing. "I need your help."

"In what way?"

"I want you to read the letter and advise me what to do."

"Do you have it with you?" he asked.

"No," she answered, dabbing a handkerchief to her eyes. "It's home, but I wondered if you could stop by the house this afternoon."

"I really don't know," he said, hesitatingly. "I have several things to take care of."

"Please," she whispered. "It will only take a few minutes."

"Okay," he finally agreed. "I'll stop by around three o'clock."

Later that afternoon, when Laverne opened the door for him, the reverend was a bit shocked by her appearance. The woman was a very attractive person in her early thirties who habitually wore severe clothes and tied her red hair on top of her head, but this afternoon she was wearing a soft, green robe with her long red hair falling down around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming, Reverend," she said, leading him into the living room.

"I just hope I can be of some help," he murmured as she handed him the letter.

Reading it, the man was thoroughly shocked by its contents. It was obviously from a woman to Laverne's husband, and it unashamedly referred to the intimacies they were enjoying, including oral sex.

"Whew!" gasped the reverend as he handed the letter back to her. "They must have had quite a party."

"Reverend!" she snapped. "Don't be so flippant about this."

"I don't mean to be flippant," he explained. "I'm just shocked."

"Imagine what a slut she must be to indulge in oral sex with him," she went on, wringing her hands in disdain.