Thus ends the Jenna saga, with a close encounter with an old, bitter enemy, and a blessed miracle!
And Gordon the organist is a big softie deep down...
This joyful Eastertide
away with sin and sorrow!
My love, the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, who once was slain,
not burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain:
but now hath Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen;
but now has Christ arisen!
"On this, the most holiest of days, we celebrate the risen Lord!" Reverend Morris began, as the Easter Sunday service at St Michael's began. As expected, the church was packed, much to the vicar's delight. In the four years he'd been in charge of this humble little parish, Reverend Morris never expected to see such an increase in the congregation. It warmed his heart.
Though, he secretly admitted, the fully-stocked pews weren't the only thing making him smile. With the arrival of Easter Sunday, Lent was finally over. His wife's ban on sex had expired. He could hardly wait until this evening, when he and Jenna would finally get some time to themselves.
Over at the organ, Gordon was also hoping he'd soon be able to resume giving Jenna "organ lessons."
"Look at her, sitting at the front in that floral print dress. She looks every inch the respectable vicar's wife...but the way it clings to her curves...a subtle hint at the delicious raw sexuality underneath," the organist sighed, feeling a stirring in his groin, when he should've been concentrating on the service.
"Oh God, she's beautiful and I am so bloody horny," Gordon muttered, slipping a hand under his black robe and rubbing himself.
"Please stand for our hymn, Thine Be the Glory." The vicar announced, and the congregation dutifully did. There were a few awkward coughs and shuffling of feet as the organ remained silent.
"Our hymn...Thine Be the Glory!" The vicar repeated.
"Oh!" Gordon spluttered, and slammed his fingers down on the manuals so hard, the entire church seemed to vibrate.
"Goodness me, he's pounding those pipes," one of the elderly ladies of the congregation muttered. "For the first time in years, I don't need to turn up my hearing aids."
After the hymn, the curate took over the reading of the notices. Reverend Morris slipped over to the organ.
"Bit of a ten on the tension scale there, Gordon!" He whispered. "Having problems with your instrument?" It wasn't the first time the organist had appeared a little distracted during a service.
"Sorry about that, Vicar...this upper manual does require a bit more pressure these days!"
Reverend Morris chuckled. The organist was just as guilty as he was for thinking irreverent thoughts during the service.
"We may rejoice now that the Lent period has ended."
"Aye, I fully intend to," Gordon replied, rearranging his music sheets.
"You never said what it was that you gave up."
"Umm...think it was whiskey. What did you give up for Lent, Vicar?"
"Err, chocolate." He glanced at Jenna, sat in the front aisle. "I'm going to pig out and eat out a, err, eat a lot of it later."
Gordon nodded, as the reverend returned to the pulpit. "He's even worse at lying than I am."
The service ended and everyone headed over to the church hall for tea and coffee. Instead of the usual plain biscuits and cake, Reverend Morris had asked everyone to do a "Jacob's Join" and bring some Easter eggs along. There was enough chocolate to fill a room, much to the delight of the younger members of the congregation, who wasted no time in helping themselves.
"Do help yourselves to some delicious hot cross buns," Jenna smiled, walking around the hall with a tray, and the buns went down a storm with the older folk.
After a longer than normal gathering, it was time to clear away the chairs and tables.
"Where's Norman Winstanley gone? Here's usually here to move these tables." Reverend Morris wondered.
"Oh I have some chores lined up for him so he had to hurry back to my place, Vicar," Mrs Wilcox said, as she began sweeping the hall.
Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Is he your personal slave Gladys? He never seems to be away."
"Well you seemed reluctant to fill that particular vacancy dearie, so I had to look elsewhere. I must say, dear Norman has proved a most willing and able subject..."
The way she emphasised the words willing and able - it intrigued Gordon. He cast his mind back a few weeks to the embarrassing incident with the fleshlight.
The old girl wasn't shy when it came to sucking my cock, but surely she's not doing that on a regular basis to Norman, is she? Norman's never said a word, but he seems to enjoy calling round. Or is it all perfectly innocent and he's just helping her with the housework?
"Hello, earth to Gordon," Reverend Morris said. "Could you give Jenna and myself a hand and help us move these folded chairs into the storeroom?"
"Right you are, Vicar. Sorry, I was miles away."
"Daydreaming?" Jenna winked at him.
"Perhaps."
The three of them headed to the far end of the hall and down a corridor, where the storeroom was. Jenna smiled as they went in. Haven't been in here since last October, when I seduced Josh the curate and took his virginity. The room was still as untidy as ever.
"One of these days, we really must make time to sort this room out," Reverend Morris said. "It's a disgrace and I'm ashamed I've let it get such a mess.
Gordon placed the chairs in the corner. "Get Oakwood Road Methodist Church to clear out all their junk first. They've been sharing with us for years. Isn't it about time they got their own storage place?"
"Hmm, yes. I'll have to have words with Reverend Ewing."
