I leaned against my desk, eying her, trying to come up with some ploy to get close to her when it occurred to me that her obvious burgeoning pregnancy was the perfect opening. Perhaps I could offer to pray for the baby and make an excuse to put my hands on her belly. At that point, I was thinking of nothing else. I didn’t think about my family, my wife, or kids. I didn’t think about my ministry or even that Clara was sitting down the hall at her desk within easy earshot of my office. All I wanted was to be inside her. There was no other goal but that, no other desire but that, and the more I looked at her, the more I wanted her. Finally, I could take the small talk no longer and commented that it looked as though she had a baby on the way.
“I’m sorry,” she responded. She said she was emba
