Faith and Temptation: Chapter Three
Allison didn’t mean to linger, not this time, but the church was emptier than usual. Her guilt-stricken mind did the math. Fewer eyes watching. Fewer whispers. Fewer people thinking that her tight little dress and the pervert’s cock meant she was begging for it. Her pulse picked up speed as she thought she might actually slip away unnoticed, the only impossible prayer she still had faith in. Then the familiar grip of bony fingers closed around her arm, and she almost squeaked in fear.