He prayed in a whispering mode, it felt very intimately his breath was touching my ear that aroused me quite a bit. He came closer to me and put an arm around me. After a while, Garry wanted to pray for me. We had dinner, after dinner we sat down on my couch, he took off his tie, I told him all my problems, and that I felt so ashamed to like men so much.
He had a broad smile and I was melting down. The door rang, I opened, and there he stood, in a nice suit & tie. That Tuesday I prepared a nice dinner and tried not to think in an erotic way of the pastor.
I did and we made an appointment at my place. I started getting a bit emotional and the Garry asked me if I would like to talk a bit more during the week. He started a conversation with me and in short, I told him my story. The pastor, Garry, was tall, and broad-shouldered, piercing blue eyes, clean-cut and a marine-crew cut hair, amazingly strong jawlines. The pastor welcomed me after the sermon while we were all drinking coffee and chatting with each other. The pastor was an American mature dad in his fifties, married with a woman who turned out to be sick most of the time. I did a bit of work out, but was too tiny to my taste. Though I had not gone to church for a while, I started to go to one, in Amsterdam. I get married with a woman and to my sadness after seven years I got divorced. I grew up in a Pentecostal family in Holland, but deled in silence with liking men.
