This story is a fantasy about a boy who find a necklace with a power over women, but doesn't know how to use it, and the women pretty much just attack him.
Poor Caleb.
This chapter takes place in a church setting, and makes some mild commentary on the social structure at church based on some of my experiences.
No orgasms in this chapter, but there are naked breasts. The anti-hero is still too naive and/or nice to really take advantage of the situation.
Chapter 3 - revision 2. Fixed typos and style formatting (thanks to a nameless volunteer editor.)
*** CHOIR PRACTICE ***
Caleb didn't like spending time at church. He felt like he was ignored and invisible there. He had studied the New Testament. Love one another as you love yourself, even the castoffs and the lepers. But here at church, he felt like it was an elevated form of high school, and he was the castoff.
Just like at high school, there were cliques of like minded and social status people. Jocks, rich, council members, business types, music types, etc ...
He kind of expected it from the other high school kids at church, but he somehow thought it would be different as people grew up and evolved. But they didn't evolve. They were mostly the same people they were in high school, just more refined versions of their former selves with more opportunities to avoid people that were different.
Caleb's strategy in all social settings was to look for the "lowest common denominator" people. The kids that looked a bit lost. He thought they could maybe band together. But they didn't always see it as a favor. He could only assume that they thought he was bringing them down from their own social status.
At this point in the evening, there weren't many folks here. He wandered by the choir room and poked his head in to see his sister and the other choir members singing "Go Tell It on the Mountain".
His sister seemed out of place there. Most of the members were a bit quirky and odd, like they were looking for a place to belong and fit in. His sister on the other hand was simply lovely, and loved to sing. She had a beautiful voice, and was frequently featured as a soloist.
She saw him and she gave her brother a bright smile and a wave.
Caleb wasn't a singer. He couldn't carry a tune. So after listening for a bit, he took a stroll around the mostly empty corridors of the church.
He ended up in the kitchen where several women of various ages were bustling around to get set up for potluck dinner. They noticed him, but didn't acknowledge him. He almost spoke up, but started feeling a bit ridiculous so he stepped out into the parish hall.
In the parish hall, guys were setting up long wooden tables and placing white linen table clothes over them. The seating was hard metal folding chairs.
Caleb got more of the same treatment. The invisibility cloak of a personality was quite amazing. He didn't understand how it worked.
Am I that odd? Or do I appear to be too superior?
Caleb couldn't figure it out.
So Caleb grew increasingly uncomfortable. He felt somewhat out of place where ever he went. So he ducked out down to the youth room. At least they had a Foosball table there. Maybe he could work on his bank shots until dinner time.
He went to get the Foosball from the slot, but it wasn't there.
"Where did they hide those balls again? Why did they hide them? Who steals a Foosball?" he grumbled.
As he started poking around in drawers and cupboards, in came the youth director, Gretchen. She would have to acknowledge Caleb, right?
"Oh, hi Caleb. Haven't seen you for a while. How are you doing? Have you seen my purse? I seem to have misplaced it."
***
But first, let's provide a little background on Gretchen. Gretchen was a goddess.
She was about twenty-five, and had been a camp counselor at the local bible camp through college. She really wasn't sure what to do now that she had graduated. She was toying with the idea of going into the ministry, but was sorting things out first. She had been a bit wild in college, exercising some freedom from her parents. Her friends were mostly Christian, but they weren't afraid to drink and they had a lot of fun together.
Caleb didn't really know all of that. He just knew her as the hot youth director that he tried not to fantasize about. Before that, she had been the hot camp counselor that he tried not to fantasize.
Gretchen was a little taller than Caleb's sister. She was from Nordic stock, with a bit of a Roman nose, but a beautiful smile.
She had white wavy blonde hair down to her shoulders, and tanned skin from spending a lot of time in the sun.
She was outgoing, had a great sense of humor, and was really sweet with everybody.
A youth director's focus is on providing an environment where the kids can have fun, feel accepted and loved, and grow their self-esteem. Being outgoing and friendly was part of the job description, and she was good at it.
***
"Hi Gretchen. No, I haven't seen your purse."
Gretchen started to feel warm which she realized was a little odd because she was usually a little chilly down here in the basement.
Just then, Caleb got a text from his sister, Anna.
Why is she texting me? Choir practice can't be over yet.
