The disturbed minister closed his eyes and seemed to see Julie lying in bed, beneath him. God, he thought, what would she do if he did anything like that to her… ran his tongue down over her voluptuous body, sent it slithering deep inside her… Holy Father! What was the matter with him? He was a man of God, his wife was a fine woman, and they loved each other as decent people should and here he was thinking about these lewd and forbidden practices that only heathens and anti-Christians practiced.

He closed his eyes, clenching his fists, trying to turn his thoughts to something else. But the image of all the perverted acts going on up at the School Board refused to disappear. What would it be like?

He felt the excitement again, felt the tingling in his balls, the throbbing there, felt that it would drive him crazy if he stayed there on the porch swing any longer. He poured himself another drink and downed it as he had the other ones. He didn't normally drink! What on earth was the matter with him? The usually mild-mannered minister was angry at the dean, that was one thing but there was more to it than that. He dared not mention his lewd thoughts but what he really wanted to do was to fuck Julie silly, throw her down and fuck her until she couldn't walk! Do everything to her, too, that he'd never dared to do. Maybe he was a minister… but he was a man, too and he wanted to do things that a man did!

Wearily, Brad got up from the swing and went into the kitchen latching the back door. He stumbled a little and for the first time he realized that he was rather drunk. He turned the light on noticing that the whole house was by this time in darkness. Julie must be asleep but he didn't want her asleep. He wanted his wife to be the woman in his dream earlier that evening.