Joe, as a good religious man, swallowed his jealousy at the thought of what the preacher would do with his "girl."
"I'll bring her by Sunday mornin' early," he said.
Sunday morning at 7, he led Lori-Anne down the aisle of the little white church where she would be baptized later that day and then married the following week. Lori-Anne seemed over-awed to be in the sanctuary when it wasn't full of good Christians, and when the organ wasn't playing a good old hymn like "Rock of Ages."
"Joe," she said, "are you sure it's okay? I mean, with the preacher, that I'm here even though I'm not baptized yet?"
Joe smiled. "Darlin'," he said, "I'm pretty sure Reverend White likes it that way, seein' what he's plannin' to do with you in his study this mornin' before your baptism."
Lori-Anne's eyes went very wide. "Wh–what's that?" she asked with obvious trepidation.
"You'll just have to wait and see, and be my good girl, darlin'."
Keep on with the taboo!