Christian Mingle by Louisa Bacio

 

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Christian Mingle: A Sex University Novella© 2015 by Louisa Bacio
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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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    Digital ISBN 978-1-62601-226-4
    First Edition September 2015
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Chapter One
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    â€œIf you want to keep your man, you’re going to have to do something drastic.”
    Jody watched her best friend Mary Sue shove clothes into a suitcase. She clasped her hands tightly together and prayed for her friend to drop this crazy idea. No way on this blessed Earth would she go to a “sex school.” Even whispering it in her brain felt dirty. Unclean.
    â€œYou listening to me, Jo?” Mary Sue’s voice got higher pitched. She hadn’t heard her this mad since, well, the last scandal hit the newspapers. “You know as well as I do, God doesn’t help those who don’t help themselves. Well, this here is your chance. Start helping.”
    A tightening took ahold of her insides. Could she do this? At 27, she—they—had four children. The Lord knew she knew how sex worked, a bit too well. Truth was, the dear husband believed in conjugal visits whenever he wanted. Too bad he never learned to keep his cock in his pants, or within their marriage.
    â€œI don’t think I can do it. It isn’t right.” She shook her head, refusing to open her eyes. If she did, she might have to face the truth. “It’s not godly for a woman.”
    â€œGodly?” Mary Sue took Jody by the shoulders and shook her like Jody never would jangle one of her babies. “Do you think it’s ‘Godly’ to fondle your siblings, and get your rocks off while your wife is at home pregnant with your kids? Do you want me to go on?”
    â€œPlus, what about those reporters who keep calling the house?” Once Mary Sue got on a roll, it was impossible to stop her. “Do you plan on opening your doors and doing interviews? Your louse of a husband took the easy way out, and he’s out of the public eye. What about you?”
    Good thing she hadn’t told her friend about the call from the network, too. Right now, she couldn’t even think about doing another show. Resignation settled in. There was no mistaking that she needed an escape, time away from the responsibilities of day-to-day life. She couldn’t deal with the pressure and the media. No one would suspect that she, a fine, upstanding Christian woman who promised to “stand by her man,” would ever dare to step foot into a sex school on the other side of the country. San Francisco no less, where people who believed in the homosexual lifestyle lived.
    Mary Sue had offered her a lifeline here. A long weekend of babysitting. She’d contacted the school, and did all the paperwork. Sure, they had testing for STDs and everything, but with Jody’s background, they weren’t that worried. If he’d been cheating on you, though, maybe you weren’t all that safe. She pushed the thought aside. She shouldn’t question the veracity of what her husband said. When she met him and married into that crazy family, she had no idea what it would all entail.
    Until death do they part? Well, this marriage was turning out to be the death of them. Or one of them.
    â€œYou know what?” Jody said, turning toward her friend, and picking up some clothes off the bed.