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Nobody knew that Laurie could draw so well. Nobody except herself, and now Pastor Dave.
After returning home from a fruitless evening of trying to help three young souls get in touch their connection to God, Dave hesitantly produces from his pocket the paper that Laurie gave him, unfolds it, and nearly drops it to the floor. In place of what's supposed to be what came to mind when she thought of God, there's a very realistic drawing of the twenty-year-old herself without any clothes. Almost as though it was drawn from memory of a nude photograph she'd taken of herself. It's only her torso. Perky tits that poke out from beneath somewhat broad shoulders, a feathering of blonde, Farrah Fawcett hair, eyes that seem to penetrate Dave's own, and last but not least, that devilish smirk that sends shivers up his spine, yet makes him as hard as a rock. Laurie is certainly the most in need of God. She hasn't simply gone astray, like the teenage boys. She isn't a wayward. There's something naturally wicked about her. He could practically feel sin radiate off her while they were next to each other, and he can feel it now as he stares at the drawing with growing arousal. Laurie is basically lust incarnate. Maybe even a succubus, Dave humorously thinks to himself as the devil on his shoulder urges him to whip out his cock and worship Laurie like the goddess she is. He closes his eyes, replacing his image of the drawing with that of her real face. He can practically feel the subtle touches she stole while they were playing cards with her family, and see the way she smirked at him when she laid out her three sixes on the table; the way she looked into his soul. That look was what finally did it for him. That's the point at which he stood up from the table and told everyone he'd see them at church on Sunday. He could feel himself getting hard right in the Forman's kitchen. His curiosity toward what was on the paper now held in his hands was nagging at him. On his way home, he remembered she mentioned a soft spot for virgins, which he very much is. She asked if he has his own place, and now that he's here alone, he wishes so badly he could've taken her home with him. He wants to let her take his virginity and corrupt him in all the ways she desires.
Fantasizing about Laurie while he takes the occasional peek at her drawing, Dave brings himself to an orgasm so powerful, he swears he just died and went to Heaven for a moment.