Rick was in his late twenties, and was ruggedly good looking. But while he gave the impression of being a devout seeker, his mind was filled with visions of girls and women he had known in the past. And every Monday,

Wednesday and Friday mornings at 10:00 he would make sure he was working in the area of the secondary gym. The Sweetheart Soldiers conducted their aerobics class at that time. Half of them were older women who held no interest to Rick.

However, several were firm and nicely built. But Rick's eyes mostly searched out the secret curves and softly rounded edges of Mrs. Joanna Gee. She never dressed in anything revealing, but nothing could hide the fact that she was incredibly built. He loved to watch her stretching, her legs spread, and her incredible ass parted. Rick had fantasized plenty about Mrs. Gee.

He knew that her husband was one of the Junior Preachers. But he also recognized that she was a hottie. He arrogantly knew that if he could get in her panties, he could make her love it.

Rick had raped various girls over the years. But he was always careful to choose those he thought wouldn't say anything later. He had never been accused of anything, for the girls had either been too scared, or they had loved it. He loved to make them squeal as he plowed their sweet little girl furrows.

He had fantasized about Joanne Gee for an hour as he pretended to be working on an electrical outlet. Class ended and several of the women, including

Mrs. Gee were visiting. Saying goodbye, they split up. Rick was surprised when Joanna Gee walked towards him smiling, a towel around her shoulders.

Holding out her hand, she said "Hi, I'm Joanna Gee. My husband is the Sr.

High Youth Minister here. You're Rick, right? She was smiling at him as he took her hand.

"Yes, that's right. Uh, is there anything I can help you with?"