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forgiveness for the likes of me. An organ crescendo that shook the foundations of the building accentuated his ranting. Totally over the top, but the crowd lapped it up, throwing heaps of money into the red velvet 79
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bags that were passed around. I dropped in one cent—
Canadian.
Delano and son stood by the open doors as we filed out into the brilliant Californian sunshine. I'm sure everyone was relieved to see the world had not ended, despite Delano's dire predictions of God's punishment on us all for allowing homosexuals to run free among ordinary, decent folk. Avoiding the white-haired bigot, I held out my hand to the youngster, who took it in both of his and ran his middle finger across my palm. He gave me a smile, and whispered, "Ten minutes ... wait for me ... side entrance."
     
That was easy, I thought, easing myself round the corner—no sign of any strong-arm men, but I supposed the Reverend didn't need them while he was surrounded by his faithful followers. Exactly ten minutes later, the side door opened, and Jerry beckoned me inside. "Hi," he said, breathing heavily. He pulled me into his arms and delivered a scorcher of a kiss to my mouth, which was slightly open in surprise. I hadn't expected him to come on this strong. His tongue was inside my mouth and halfway down my throat in a flash.
    "Take it easy," I hissed, pulling back from his embrace.
"We have to be quick," he said hoarsely. "My father will notice I've gone and send one of his bozos looking for me."
So, they were around after all.
He started kissing me again, one hand tearing at my fly, while the other grabbed my hand, pressing it to his hard dick.
"Wait," I muttered. "I don't want it like this. Can't I see you later somewhere?"
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"They don't let me out of their sight for long enough." His eyes pleaded with me. "Please, let me just suck you off."
I was beginning to feel sorry for the poor son-of-a-bitch.
What a life—followed everywhere by spies, never being allowed to have time with friends. He sank to his knees in front of me, and I froze as I heard a door open behind us.
     
"Jerry! What the fuck d'you think you're doing?" A tall, dark haired man glared at us across the room. "You!" He pointed a finger at me. "Get the fuck away from him!"
     
Jerry seemed rooted to the spot, so I bent to help him to his feet. He threw his arms around me. "Please! Help me get out of here, please," he sobbed. "My father will kill me when he hears about this."
     
"Jerry!" The tall man strode towards us. He looked vaguely familiar.
     
"Back off," I told him. He made a grab for Jerry, and I punched his arm away. I'm no hero, but I'm in good shape, and I wasn't going to let him hurt the kid.
    The guy looked at me with surprise.
"Leave him alone," I said, putting a protective arm around Jerry's shoulders.
    "Fuckin' perverts," the man muttered, trying to push me out of the way. I swung at him, and he was so intent on grabbing Jerry that he didn't see the punch coming. My fist connected with his jaw—hard. He grunted in pain and staggered back. I flung the door open, grabbed Jerry's hand and dragged him outside.
    "Let's go," I yelled. He gripped my hand and fell into a fast run alongside me. "My car's over there." I heard shouting 81
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behind us and turning for a look. Delano, his face beet-red under that white hair, and two or three men pounded after us. "Get in. Quick." We threw ourselves into the car, and I burned rubber, heading for the church gates.
    "Where are we going?" Jerry asked me, his face white with fear.
"My place, if we've managed to shake 'em."
"Oh God, what have I done?" he moaned. "He'll kill me for sure, this time."
"He'll be pissed, is all," I said. "He'll get over it, eventually.
You can call him from my apartment, and—"
"You don't understand," he cried, his eyes full of tears. "He beat me up the last time I did this." He pulled his shirt out of his