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smiled as I approached the thirty or so women of the First Jamaica Ministries award-winning women’s choir standing in the church recreation area. “Hi, Dante.” One woman smiled.
    “What’s up, Latrice?” I replied with a nod. That started a chain reaction of greetings, shy waves, and blushing if I happened to make eye contact. The women seemed to part like the Red Sea to allow me to pass through and enter the hallway to my office. I could feel their eyes still on me. I thought I even heard a few sighs.
    I’d been given this type of attention from the young women of the church for years and it seemed like most of their mothers encouraged it. As the son of the bishop, I was treated like royalty, the crown prince of the church. As with all princes, every young woman in the village wanted to be my princess. For years I’d taken advantage of that, fooling around with half of the young women in the congregation. Strip clubs and bars didn’t have anything on a good church function if you were looking to get some.
    I walked into my office and closed the door. I sat behind my desk and listened to the women of the choir leaving, then I checked over the schedule for the youth basketball league, which I ran as director of church activities. Not long after I sat down, there was a knock on the door, a knock I’d been expecting ever since Shorty and I pulled in front of the building. I got up and approached the door, but there was no need. The door opened before I could get there.
    I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized it was not my mother, as I had expected. It was the vibrant and sexy Anita Bell, the only woman I’d ever loved, or at least thought I loved.
    “Anita.” I gasped as my eyes quickly roamed over her body. Anita was dressed in a very conservative white church dress with white heels, but her voluptuous body made anything she wore look provocative.
    “Dante.” She smiled. “I guess some things never change.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” I tried to play it cool, but I was truly confused until Anita pointed at my crotch. I looked down and cringed. When it came to Anita, it was obvious which one of my heads was in control. I lowered the folder I was holding to cover my swollen manhood.
    “Don’t hide it now. I’ve already seen it.” She smirked, locking the door then stepping closer to me. She kissed me with her full lips. “I missed you, Dante,” she whispered.
    She kissed me again before I could respond. This time she wrapped her arms around me and I did the same, closing my eyes. Our kiss was so passionate it took my breath away. When it was finally over, we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms and stared lustfully into each other’s eyes.
    “God, I missed you, Dante,” she whispered as her right hand moved from my backside to my crotch.
    “I missed you, too,” I said as I gently pushed her away. “Just not enough to commit adultery. Where’s your husband?”
    Anita took a step forward and looked up at me with a frown. “Why’d you have to go and mention him?”
    “I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. “It seemed kind of important when I realized you were unzipping my fly.” Anita sighed. “So where is he, Anita? Where’s your husband?”
    “He’s at our new house, unpacking our things. But you don’t have to worry about that. Only thing you need to be worried about is what’s in front of you. I want you, Dante. And I missed you. I’ve been thinking about you every day since I left.”
    I looked at her and my mind traveled down memory lane. Anita and I had been lovers for almost two years, although very few people other than Shorty and my sister knew about it. We’d kept things on the low because Anita was my father’s secretary and ten years my senior. The age difference didn’t bother me, though. I wanted to tell the world. As far as I was concerned, I was going to marry Anita. But Anita was scared and wanted to keep everything a secret. She swore that my