My heart racing, I pulled out and quickly threw on my bathrobe, ran across the apartment, took a deep breath, and opened the door a crack, careful to keep my erection hidden. It was Mrs. Stevens, the elderly woman who belonged to my church and rented the apartment next to mine, standing the suggested six feet away. The harsh florescent light from the hallway made me squint and shield my eyes.
“Hello Reverend Peters,” she said, looking at me in a new light, with tussled hair and an unshaven face. I gave her a forced pulpit smile.
“Hi Mrs. Stevens. How are you?”
“I heard all this loud screaming and yelling coming from your apartment. I would’ve called the police if it was anyone else but you.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in the building. I had the TV on.”
“It sounded like
