Imagination

I had a brief meeting with Anne in my office this afternoon. Next month, we’ll have an initial meeting of young adults in the parish who are interested in participating in a structured group. She volunteered to make an announcement after service next Sunday and write up something for the newsletter. She envisions something informal at first — a Bible study followed by a social get-together. I admired her enthusiasm and initiative.

I also admired the shapeliness of her figure. The way her black hair contrasts with her porcelain skin. Her piercing blue eyes. I could see the outline of her bra through her shirt. Her deliciously round derriere enraptured me as I escorted her to my office.

My imagination took over after she departed. What kind of girl is Anne? Is she the girl who was the president of her high school’s True Love Waits® club who is valiantly intent on “saving herself”? Or is there a temptress beneath her sweet exterior?

I’m hoping it’s the latter.