Sunday Obsession Merril sits among the congregation, pulse quickening, panties damp beneath her skirt. Reverend Elias stands at the pulpit, collar stark white, voice rolling like thunder. A bead of sweat glints on his upper lip, catching the church light. August heat presses heavy, box fans stirring it from pew to pew. His wife gets him every night. Why should she have him all to herself? Merril doesn’t need vows or forev...