The main obstacle in that lay in the fact that it appeared that twenty-year-old DesirЋe had already found love, if not yet a sexual relationship, with Mark Denning, the chairman of the local town council. Denning, like Clete, was in his early thirties, a law school graduate with political aspirations, cutting his teeth on local government before moving into state politics. Tall, handsome, clean – and white – Mark Denning seemed to be everything DesirЋe's father wanted for her, and the girl herself appeared to be more than happy with the arrangement. While no one had seen the pair doing any more than holding hands and speaking quietly in the corner of the cafe or movie house, Clete was feeling jealousy on behalf of the huge, twitching, black cock he kept in his uniform pants, and today he thought he might satisfy his curiosity about the couple.

Mark came through the door, shaking the hand of the pastor. Hemmings was about forty-five, wore glasses beneath a thinning hair-line, and was beginning to show a middle-age paunch. But why shouldn't he have a bit of a belly. He was not only the pastor, he was also the town physician, the man that cured the sick in body on weekdays and the sick in soul on Sunday. Clete noted how Hemmings' eyes followed DesirЋe as she and Mark walked away toward the young man's car. If seemed even the married preacher was at least a little attracted to the ravishing young blonde with the heavenly singing voice. Clete burned with envy as Mark opened the car door for her, oh-so gallantly, and helped her in.

Clete checked his watch. Nancy was waiting for him, near the old house down by her uncle's farm, where she and Clete would meet privately and talk while the latter plucked impatiently at her clothing in an effort to bare her sexy body and relieve her of her virginity. Perhaps today he would be successful, would introduce her to the pleasures of the flesh, and make the matter of marriage a little less pressing for him. Clete knew that Nancy's family didn't really approve of him, neither of his job nor of his color, but they were a bit more enlightened that DesirЋe's father, and this was, after all, 1996.