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The roles people play are numerous, maybe because so many have so much to hide—like their insecurities, their income taxes, a blight in the past, or their moral behavior. Hypocrisy—is it a way of life for too many? Is this truly the Age of the Great Pretender?
If it is such an age, then the wife in this story is the epitome of all pretenders. She hides her depraved desire behind the mask of respectability.
R#PE THE REVEREND’S WIFE is a novel of today’s society—its people, its problems, its pretenses.
“See how much your goddamned prayers help now, preacher wife!”
“Yeah, c’mon, crawl up to me and kiss my dick, preacher wife!”
Anne trembled. Never, ever had she been in this kind of horrible situation. The two men stood in front of her, their bare hairy chests glistening with perspiration. It had been foolish of her to come to the Barringtons alone. She had been warned—by her husband’s superior,
the Elder Dennis, that these mountain people were crude, Godless men who thought nothing of violating the Lord’s will.
“Hey, preacher wife, you gonna pass out that pussy to us, or we gonna have to come and get it?”
“No, don’t, I’m here to see your mother. I understand she’s ill,” Anne said, swallowing hard and hoping she could talk her way out of this one.
“Ma? Aw, she went down to town yesterday,” the eldest Barrington said, bringing one hand down and scratching his crotch obscenely.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.