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map I saw Dullsville was the nearest place. Not a great omen perhaps given how boring my life in Belfast had become, but you’ll never know unless you take the plunge.
     
    So here I am now aged 27 and I can honestly say I have never looked back.  I left good old rainy Belfast on a cold blustery November morning. I hadn’t shed one tear about leaving the place, I had nobody to say goodbye to, my parents had passed away a few years before, and they were older parents to an only child. I had my inheritance to help me get started in my new life.
     
    The plane jolted as it touched down, rumbling along the runway as it slowed to taxiing speed and I found myself ready to begin my new life.
     
    Three years later I have 4 of the best friends a girl could ever wish for, and I am finally ready to look for a new love.  I have never been one for religion but we girls love going to our local meetinghouse and to be truthful I think we will be there everyday after seeing the new Pastor.
     
    I busied myself in my small but perfect kitchen; I was making wheaten bread to go with the pot of soup that was bubbling away on the stovetop. I had taken a call from Pastor Trey Prescott late last night, you remember the hottie from the diner we all met 2 weeks ago; he wanted to know what position I held within our little group. He seemed to be having a hard time understanding my accent on the phone so I had invited him for lunch, that way we could talk about it some more.  I closed the oven door and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
     
    I squealed as I entered the shower, no hot water as usual, I really needed to get myself a house instead of an apartment that shared the supply of hot water with the other apartments.  I quickly washed my hair and rinsed before reaching for my towel.
     
    “OH FOR FECK SAKE” I groaned as I realised I hadn’t put a fresh towel out, I scurried from the bathroom to my room and screamed; totally exasperated as I remembered I had put the fresh washed towels into the dryer as I put the used ones into the washing machine. I really need to get my head out of the clouds. As I stomped my way back to my room to grab my robe I heard the screen on my door open and a deep throaty voice calling my name. I froze totally as I realised there was no way I could get to my room before he reached the main room of my apartment.
     
    I chose to make light of the situation, leaning against the door frame holding a kitchen towel across my front and shaking my head so my hair covered my breasts, I smiled and said “You’re early” a flash of my green eyes would thaw whatever ice may be left unbroken.
     
    “What ‘bout ye? Pastor, come in and take a seat I am just doing my usual naked dance around the apartment, celebrating the fact I had a shower” I waited for him to take a seat then backed my way out of the room towards my room. FUCK MY LIFE this was just typical of my luck. Finally get one hell of a hot guy in my apartment and he is the local bloody pastor. Closing the door behind me, I lean against the cold white wood, closing my eyes as I take some deep breaths to calm my raging hormones. This was so wrong; I am here thinking the filthiest, obscene thoughts about the man currently sat on my sofa.
     
    KNOCK KNOCK
     
    The noise brings me back to my senses, and the predicament I am facing. “Just a second” I cry with a slightly higher octave finishing the sentence. Opening my closet I grab the first thing I see, a pretty pastel coloured playsuit, turning back towards the bed I am met by the most heart stopping sight I have ever seen.  There lay on my bed is PASTOR TREY PRESCOTT! Propped up by my pillows and his arms behind his head, I feel his eyes travel over my body, causing me to take a gasp for breath. I could swear he has a fine thread leading from his eyes to my clit, I feel an intense tremble deep inside. IF he kept looking at me in that way I would be unable to hold back.
    TREY
     
    I tapped gently on