Dick Fitswell makes his move on the minister's wife
by Jack Corbett
Teaching Sunday school to a group of college aged kids was the
hardest thing Dick Fitswell had ever done. "I’ve gotta keep my dick in my
pants awhile longer," he said to himself, feeling the cute blonde’s eyes
on him as he explained the next week’s program.
At first the minister’s wife came into his class with her
husband who wanted to be sure that the new Sunday school teacher followed both
his moral guidelines and his ideas of how and what to cover during class.
Lately she had been coming in alone. "And I really can’t blame her,"
Dick Fitswell thought. "I am a lot more exciting than her nitwit of a husband."
Although he found that several of the young girls made him get an erection, it
was the minister’s wife he really wanted. Tall and slender, Linda had a model’s
legs and long blonde hair that flowed past her shoulders. Dick had a hunch that
she’d make the perfect fit and even if she wasn’t, he had decided that she
was a far greater challenge and rewarding prize in the end than the tight butted college girls in his
class.
He dreamed about her practically every night, fucking her as he dominated
her-- slamming
her head by her long hair into his mattress and nearly splitting her in half
with his big cock as she lay there screaming. "I have to have her,"
Dick said aloud. The others will have to wait for their turn because if I bang
them now, I won’t have a chance with her."
Dick Fitswell tuned the cute blonde out as he started focusing
in on the minister’s wife who had joined the class fifteen minutes ago.
"She’s impressed," he thought smugly to himself. "And why
shouldn’t she be? I do everything well." But it was time to say goodbye
to the kids. As the last of his students filed out of the room, the minister’s
wife grabbed him gently by the arm.
"You really have a way with them," she said.
"And you seem to have a firm grasp of the message of Christianity."
It was the opening Dick Fitswell had been waiting for. He had
carefully rehearsed his attack, night after night, planning it well, making sure
that it would all go as smooth as silk. He had decided that taking Linda by
surprise was the most certain way of scoring with her.
"I don’t agree with everything that’s in it and what’s
being taught today by Christian churches all over the world," he told her.
"What don’t you agree with?" she asked.
"I think we’ve lost the true meaning of what Christ was
all about," he said. "Christianity as we know it is only concerned
with getting money, about how much it can collect from everyone, and about how
it can control millions of people so that it can get even more money out of
them. Look at the early Middle ages when the Crusaders fought the Arabs because
they had conquered the Holy Land. Think about that one. Over four Crusades just
because the Arabs controlled the lands Christ was crucified in and look at it
now. Calvary, where he was crucified, is now an Arab bus station and no one
seems to know anything about it or cares."
"You can’t be serious?" Dick. Are you trying to
tell me that Christ was crucified in an Arab bus station. Are you crazy?"
"No. I’m not crazy. The cross stood right in the middle
of what is now a street where the Arabs are parking and driving their
busses."
"You are insane."
"Then let me prove it to you," said Dick as he
opened the desk drawer from which he pulled out a thin paperback book. Dick had
memorized the pages that contained the most compelling photographs to his case.
He immediately went to the page that showed the old limestone quarry that the
Israelites had started mining 1000 years before Christ during the reign of King
David. Only an idiot would believe that the quarry didn't resemble a human
skull with empty eye sockets. And below the quarry was the Arab bus station.
"See that", Dick said heatedly. "That’s
Golgotha, the Place of the Skull where the gospels say that Christ was
crucified. Call me crazy? Then tell me that quarry in which rains and weathering
eroded cavities into the cliff isn’t the place. That is Skull Hill. And those
are Arab buses, not Christian or Jewish buses. And close by is the Garden Tomb
which could very well be the real tomb of Jesus. And the only church which
believes the crucifixion was here and Christ’s burial nearby is the Anglican
Church. The Church of England. The other Christian churches including the Roman
Catholic Churches, the Greek Orthodox Church and practically every Protestant
Church in the whole world have been selling their members a bill of goods,
telling them he was crucified and put in a tomb around four miles from
there."
"Let me see that book," Linda shouted as her
face paled from the blood draining from her face.
Dick let it all sink in knowing too well that curiosity always
killed the cat. For twenty minutes neither of them said a word as Linda rifled
through the book’s pages. The book, "The Search for the Tomb of
Jesus", had been written by William Steuart McBirnie, PhD. His copy had
been printed in Israel. Dick Fitswell had found it in a little shop owned by the
Anglicans at the Garden Tomb in Jerusalem. He had walked all over the city
looking for the Garden Tomb, hoofing it for miles and when he left it he was
completely convinced that Jesus Christ had he ever existed in the first place
had been nailed to a cross in what is now an Arab bus station.
Finally Linda broke the silence. "I want to borrow that
book from you, Dick. I’ll get it back to you next Sunday. You have no idea how
important this is to me."
"Why is it so important to you."
"Because I have been to Jerusalem. My husband, our
minister took me there. We were in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for hours.
We donated a couple hundred dollars to one of the churches there. A priest stood
in the place believed to be the tomb of Jesus selling holy candles to
practically everyone who came in there. We gave more than most."
"That’s been going on for over 1700 years," Dick
replied. "Priests and ministers selling candles, pieces of the cross, bits
of the Holy shroud and other holy relics to pilgrims from all over the world.
Millions of them. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. That the Christian
churches have been scamming everyone for centuries. Lying to them. Burning
people at the stake who disagree with them. Expecting everyone to walk the holy
line. Except it’s not a holy line. It’s a line of cow turds, horse shit and
sheep dung."
"I’m going to read this book, "Linda replied.
"And if it’s what I think it is I’m going to read it many times. But
Dick, what other reasons do you believe that Christ was crucified here instead
of that other place?"
"First, and you will read about it in that book, at the
time of Christ the Church of the Holy Sepulchre where practically everyone
believes Christ was crucified and entombed was within the city limits of the Old
Jerusalem. The Romans believed in leaving the bodies hang on the cross for hours
and sometimes days after their crucified victims died. Now you and I are not
going to believe for one minute that the wealthier citizens of Jerusalem would
have put up with the screams of the dying not to mention their starting to smell
in the hot sun as their bodies started to decompose.
"Second, St Stephen----well I don’t consider him a
Saint but the Catholics and Greek Orthodox do, was stoned to death near the bus
station. The quarry furnished a large supply of rocks for all the stonings that
took place in those days. They punished their "criminals" for the most
part by either stoning them to death or by crucifixion. It would have made sense
to have the execution grounds for both punishments close to each other. And the
Church to St Stephen is close to the quarry and it says in that church that this
is where he was stoned to death."
"Third—Both the Church of St Stephen and the bus
station are right on the old road to Damascus, which was the most heavily used
road in Jerusalem at the time of Christ. Stands to reason that the Romans would
have wanted to make examples of executed "criminals" for the largest
amount of people possible which would have been along a major
thoroughfare."
"That would seem to all make sense," said Linda.
"But I’m going to read this book and decide for myself."
"When you read it Linda, just consider this. At first the
Roman emperors persecuted the early Christians but later on they decided that it
would be better to join them than to try to continue beating them. After
all.......by embracing Christianity they could better control the people. Not
just physically but their hearts and their minds as well. And make a lot of
money while doing it. All the better to find a place they could claim it all
took place at. The death of Christ on the cross, then his resurrection from the
dead. People would worship that place. Even kiss the ground where they believed
the cross stood. So the Romans just happened to find the old wooden cross. Very
convenient I’d say."
""My husband insisted we go to the Holy Land. I wanted to go to Hawaii. If what you say is true it would have been much more meaningful for me to have gotten a tan."
"Linda. We can talk about this later. When we see each
other next Sunday I know you will be a believer. Right now I have to go
home." Dick decided to break it off on his own terms before he had begun
showing her the book. He wanted to feel on top and make her feel he was in
charge. It worked for him on countless occasions before. And he knew it would
work this time again.
"She’s mine. All mine. Next week I’m fucking her.
There is no escape from the Fitz Express. Her husband is toast. Never liked the
bastard in the first place.
