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the moment she didn’t care that her behavior matched them. She shamelessly opened her mouth, sucking Stan’s tongue in, grinding into his manhood, pressing his head more firmly down on hers. Stan gave as good as he got, both of them now totally oblivious to everything but each other. Neither of them heard the car that drove up and parked just behind their rented Cadillac. It was the red lights, however, that got their attention. Both of their eyes flew open as they sensed flashing lights and heard hard-soled shoes stepping onto the gravel. Stan rolled over and Passion scooted to her knees, rearranging her skirt and trying desperately to rise quickly in her three-inch heel. The other shoe rested on its side near the pavement.
    Stan and Passion looked up sheepishly at the cop, a hysterical laugh lodged in their throats.
    “What in the Sam tarnation is going on here?” the senior officer asked in a Texan twang as he approached, keeping a hand on the butt of his gun. His partner stood next to the patrol car talking into the car radio.
    Stan and Passion could only imagine how ridiculous they looked, and the officer’s question made it clear that they had some explaining to do. As Stan whipped up a creative explanation to appease the cop, something about going through with a bet and a dare, Passion’s mind whirled with what had just happened. She’d witnessed something from her husband that she hadn’t seen much of outside the pulpit—passion. Passionate anger to be sure, but it was passion nonetheless. Considering the circumstances, she should have been angry, but instead Passion was hopeful. Maybe tonight would be different than the others. She ignored the warning bells going off in her head and held on to the desire pulsating throughout her body. Perhaps tonight, she thought, she’d know her husband—in the biblical sense of the word!

5
A Stranger’s Confession
    “He did what?” Mama Max paced her living room floor much as Passion had the day before.
    “I know it sounds bad, Mama Max, but I started it.” Remembering how the night ended, Passion almost laughed. It wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had, but Passion knew that if she could ever teach Stan to properly use what God had given him, she’d be in seventh heaven.
    “Ain’t no such thing as a woman starting nothing that ends with a hand upside your head.”
    “Wait a minute, now. He didn’t hit me, Mama Max.”
    “Hit, pushed, shoved—he put his hands on you, didn’t he?”
    Among other things. Belatedly, Passion remembered she was talking to a revered mother of the church and forced her thoughts away from last night’s bedroom antics, the first such experience in a little more than three months.
    “You’re right, Stan should not have threatened to kick me out of the car, and he most definitely shouldn’t have made good on his threat and landed us both on our hind ends. But everything worked out all right.”
    “How you figure?”
    “Because Stan and I were intimate last night, Mama Max. For the first time in a very long time.”
    “Humph, you young women amaze me.”
    Passion knew that there was no changing Mama Max’s mind, so she didn’t try. “I just called to thank you, Mama Max. God must have heard you. I also called to see if you wanted to share a light dinner before church tonight. Since Stan is with your husband—”
    “Who told you Stan was with Obadiah?”
    “You mean he isn’t? Stan left here over an hour ago, said he had a meeting. I just assumed it was with Reverend Doctor O.”
    “No, child, Reverend Doctor was in his study most of the night and is there right now. He’s been bombarding the throne of grace on behalf of these backslidin’ saints here in Palestine. If Stan shows up here, I’ll have him call you.”
    “That’s okay. I’ll try his cell phone. And on second thought, I need to watch my waistline. I’ll just have some of the salad Miss Nettie had delivered last night.”
    “All right,