A Night In The Hole: Part III
I hadn't gone to church since my ouster from my old church and being thrown in jail offered me a chance to witness jailhouse religion first hand. Therefore, I eagerly accepted the offer. I traipsed in a single file line with my fellow down and outers, to the room where the services were held. The preacher had not arrived yet so a sat in my chair and tried to content myself with gazing at the surroundings and wondered if they could have picked a more dreary room for giving praise.
The preacher arrived and I was sooo shocked. He was a ruggedly handsome man with just the right amount of chiseled hardness to his face to be extremely sexy. He had dark soulful eyes and when he looked my way it seemed as if he saw right through the flesh and bone and glimpsed my soul. He was carrying a guitar case and when he opened the case and strarted playing, I knew that my faith had found a new teacher. His name was Brother Bob and he sang his entire sermon and then played a few of my old traditional favorites.
After the service, he asked if anyone needed one on one counseling to come to the front and he would talk to us. There was a partition screen set up at the front of the room where we could speak softly in reletive privacy. I had to speak to this charismatic man of God. When it was my turn to talk to him, I stepped behind the screen. I told him that I would love to talk to him more and enjoy his preaching when I got out of this hell hole. He told me the location of his church where he gave regular sermons. I explained to him that I was sorry that we had to meet in these circumstances and that I was normally much more presentable than this morning in this icky jail uniform. He then explained to me that we are all naked in God's eyes and that is the way he pictured all his parishioners in the female inmate ministry. Then he gave me a loving kiss and told me that he would be looking forward to seeing more of me in the future.
It is so miraculous the way faith works. I went from having a horrible night to having my faith renewed with this chance meeting. Maybe it is fate or even karma or the will of God. Ohh well, whatever it is I am happy. I was so elated that it didn't even bother me that much when the thick knuckled dyke guard slipped me her phone number and winked at me as she led me to my cell (Ewww.) Shortly thereafter, the paperwork came through and I was on my way with my Pookie who had bailed my ass out of jail.
Ta-Ta's for now!!!