Chapter 4: Thy Neighbor’s Wife
Tamara watched as all expression was wiped clean from Charlie’s face. When he finally spoke, his voice seemed distant and hollow, as if it was emerging from a lonely canyon after a m******e had slaughtered a wagon train, leaving only a single, wounded survivor.
“I’m not gay. No offense meant, Reverend Thorne.”
Tamara caught her breath. Donny’s face went red, and she spoke quickly, to head off the impending explosion. “Gay?” She laughed lightly. “No one here is gay! Especially Donald! What a silly thought!
“No, Charlie.” She caught his eyes and held them. “I want to give my husband a special gift. The sort of gift that you can only give someone when you have seen to the bottom of their soul, and know its true worth.
“Donald wants to watch me make love to
