Lost Little Lamb

Cindy's heart hammered as she stepped up to the pastor's door, those twisted thoughts clawing at her mind—sins the Church branded forbidden. She needed guidance, fast. The door swung open, revealing Mrs. Murphy, her smile sharp as a hidden blade. 'He's not home yet, dear,' she purred, eyes lingering a beat too long. 'Come, let's walk while we wait. Clear your head.' Mrs. Murphy's fingers wrapped around Cindy's hand, warm and insistent, pulling her down the shady path. The air thickened with unspoken secrets. 'I know why you're here,' Mrs. Murphy murmured, voice like velvet over steel. 'Those feelings... the ones about women. Lesbian urges, isn't that it?' Cindy's stomach dropped. How? The pastor had sworn silence. Betrayal burned hot in her throat. But Mrs. Murphy waved it off, her grip tightening. 'Oh, wait—cookies in the oven! Can't let them burn.' She tugged Cindy back inside, urgency masking something darker. In the dim living room, they sank into the couch, a plate of warm cookies between them, chocolate melting like illicit promises. Mrs. Murphy leaned in close, her breath a whisper against Cindy's ear. 'I'm like you, Cindy. A lesbian, through and through. And the pastor? He's gay as they come.' Cindy's world tilted. 'What?' she gasped, crumbs forgotten on her lap. Mrs. Murphy's laugh was low, predatory. 'We've been at it for years, using his pulpit to spot the lost souls like you—questioning, aching. We 'help' them. With our bodies. Sex that sets you free.' Horror flooded Cindy's veins, cold and electric. 'This... this spits on everything the Church teaches!' Mrs. Murphy's eyes gleamed, unyielding. She recited scripture like a lover's vow—'God loves all, even the wanderers who slip from the path.' Her hand brushed Cindy's knee, deliberate. 'He chose us as shepherds for strays like you. I can guide you, Cindy. Show you the way... with my touch, my mouth, every sinful inch of me pulling you into the fold.' The room pulsed with tension, the air heavy with the scent of baked goods and budding desire, Cindy's resolve cracking like thin ice under forbidden heat.