Fucked by the preacher Stories

McKenna Davis had arrived at the church three hours early, the model of parochial devotion. The college sophomore had spent the morning in a blur of performative virtue: dropping off two dozen lemon-zest cookies for the church cafe—still warm and wrapped in gingham—and leading the junior high girls' Bible study with a soft, encouraging smile. She had sat in a circle with them, her hands folded over her Bible, speaking of...