It was a lousy day so far. My flight was late, the airline lost my luggage and with a business presentation the next day. I raised hell, being very loud with my complaints they just wanted it settled the matter. The airline apologized and agreed to replace some of my cloths. After checking into my hotel the desk clerk suggested a high end men’s store in the hotel complex. Since it was late he offered to call the store as part of their concierge service and ask them to stay open for me. I got to the store and started looking around at options. “Can I help you with anything sir ?” I turn to see a handsome, well dressed shop assistant standing behind me. He smiles. “Are you the gentleman the hotel called about. Your much bigger than they described.” I explained my situation and that I needed a suit, shirt, tie and such for the next days business presentation. “I’ve never been good at finding clothes, my wife tends to do most of the shopping for me.” The salesman touches my arm, smiles and sez ” Maybe we can try a few new things your wife might not think of. We are closing soon but as part of the hotels concierge service I will stay and help you out.”
Author: NunyaDamnit
?Father Jim?[repression], [bisexual], [voyeur]
This is a revised version of another story. It’s not about religion. Just a good vehicle for a story line.
Being transferred (the reason is another story) to a new church was tough. I had given my life to the church. A life of celibacy and had never married. The old southern church was sometimes hot. I would go naked (as god intended) under my robe. The podium would hide swelling caused by devilish thoughts.
When blessing the congregation at the door, I would notice several younger ladies parading by in their Sunday best. Young lads dressed in slacks that they were about to outgrow. Tight in the right places. The devil would take over my mind and I would scramble to cover the devils bulge with my prayer book.