Chapter 10

            Judy Chandler was a middle thirtyish widow with a cute face and thin waist which gave her an almost perfect hourglass figure.  Her husband had died tragically in an automobile accident two years pervious to this, and she had since been struggling to keep her financial head above water, working as an executive secretary while caring for two boys.  The oldest was now five and the younger was three.  She was the first appointment on Aaron’s calendar that day even though the time scheduled was 11:00 am.

            “Pastor,” she began as the boys ran around the office playing a game of tag.  “I want your advice on something.”

            “Yes, what is it?”  Aaron asked.

             Just then one of the boys bumped into the bookshelf jarring it so that the globe on the top shelf shook and was about to topple over.  Aaron stood up but the desk was between him and the shelf where the globe was, but Judy -- quick on her feet from handling two young boys -- was able to catch it and return it to its place.

             “Why don’t we have the boys wait outside in the reception area and I’ll ask my secretary to watch them for you?”

            “Alright,” Judy agreed.

            Settled once again Judy continued “I have a friend at work who has asked me out several times, only he’s not saved that I know of.  In fact I guess I know he isn’t.  He has sometimes made fun of preachers and religious things.  No offence pastor!” she said, hoping he was not offended.

            “No, that’s quite alright, go on,” Aaron encouraged her.

            “Well, do you think it would be alright if I dated him?”

            “Mrs. Chandler the word says . . .”

            “Oh please, just call me Judy, pastor.  Mrs. Chandler sounds so formal and makes me feel older than I am,” she said.

            “Alright, Judy” Aaron continued “the Bible says ‘be ye not unequally yoked with unbelievers’ so I think it would be a real mistake for you to start something with a nonbeliever.”

            “But pastor,” she protested “maybe I could bring him to the Lord.”

            “Or maybe he will lead you away from the Lord” Aaron countered.

            Judy dropped her head and pouted a little.  “I thought you might say something like that.  But pastor, what about me.  I’m in my mid thirties.  I’ve got two kids to take care of all on my own.  There are no single Christian men in the church that have indicated any interest in me.”  Tears began to well in her eyes as she continued “I am used goods, plus I have the baggage of two kids, who I love dearly, don’t get me wrong.  But they’re a handful to take care of.  Pastor, I just want a man to love me, care for me, to help with finances and to be a father to my kids.”  Tears were now rolling down her face.  “Is God going to supply me with a Christian husband?”

            Aaron pulled out his box of Kleenex tissue that he kept for just such occasions and moved around to the other side of the desk to console her.  When he put his arm around her shoulders to say non-verbally that everything would be okay, she threw her arms around his neck, placed her head against his chest and began to sob uncontrollably.

            Bzzz.  Bzzz.  The intercom was going off.  “Yes, Mrs. Halsted” he answered as he pushed the intercom button.

            “Your wife is on the phone, pastor” Mrs. Halsted answered.

            “Take a message, please” he directed.

            “She says it’s important, sir” Mrs. Halsted insisted.

            “Uh - excuse me Judy, I need to take this.”  Aaron picked up the receiver.

            “Hi, honey” Cheryl cooed into the phone.

            “Yes, dear, what is it” Aaron said abruptly.

            “Honey could you come home for lunch?” she asked.

            “Well, I’m kind of busy right now and I was just planning to get a sandwich at a fast food place.”

            “Pleeeese” she begged, as she drew out the word “please.”

            “Yeah, okay.  Give me about twenty minutes” Aaron said as he relented to his wife’s request although disturbed with the interruption.

            “Mrs. Chandler . . . er . . . Judy, I’ll keep you in prayer and we’ll have to believe God that the right Christian man will come into your life.  Please excuse me Mrs. . . I mean, Judy . . . I’ve got a situation where I need to rush home” he said apologetically.  Aaron rushed home considering what the emergency was that would require him to leave in the middle of a counseling session.  He pulled into his driveway, hopped out of the Corvette that he had picked up used for a very good price, and ran to the door.  Opening the door he called out “honey, I’m home.”

            “Are you alone dear?” Cheryl called back from behind the double doors that led into the family room.

            “Yes,” he answered as he opened to doors.  Then he froze in his steps.  His eyes could hardly believe what he was seeing.  There stood his lovely wife Cheryl clad in only a black negligee and matching six inch high heels.  As she swayed over to him he caught the scent of the Chanel number five perfume she was wearing.  She moved her hips close to his and very gently kissed his lips, just enough for him to taste or smell the peppermint scented lipstick. 

            She then turned and glided for a few steps away exaggerating the normal sway of her hips before stopping and turning her head and tilting it with eyes half closed revealing that she was wearing eye shadow and mascara.  Then she spoke softly and seductively “Do you want to meet me in the bedroom?”  As she stood with one hand on her hips and slowly turned toward him, he noticed her full luscious, size “D” cup breasts stand out like twin mountain peaks as her nipples pressed their impression though the fabric.  The plunging neck line reaching down to her waist allowed a view of her cleavage that spoke volumes.

            She repeated her question again as she batted her eyes in seductive fashion  “Do . . . you . . . want . . . to . . . meet . . . me . . . in the bedroom?” she whispered a second time.  Did he?

            Yes he did!