Her bag dropped. With mouth agape, she held onto her chest. She could not believe what she saw. There was Kennedy on the sofa, doing the unimaginable- masturbating. Just like a child caught stealing meat from the soup, his emotions gave him away. He tried to adjust himself but the facts were clear. It was pointless trying to lie or cover-up.
“I can explain” He tried to win Beatrice. She recoiled. This was the choir coordinator. A supposed ‘brother-in-the -lord’ caught in a disgusting act. All the while they had been dating she never knew he masturbated. In her mind, she was going to be the wife of a Pastor. While they had vowed to put off sex until marriage, she believed it was a good move. Honestly, it had not been easy in the last 18 months to yield to the desires of the flesh. since they both had the same values and shared faith, they proposed to date the ‘Christian’ way.
Beatrice had decided to pay him a surprise visit that weekend. She had cooked his favourite meal and wanted to him a treat. After a long day, gardening, and doing some house repairs, Kennedy needed to relax. He forgot to lock the door that afternoon. Whenever he was stressed, he found solace in masturbating. That was when his girlfriend walked in and caught him red-handed. Trying to justify his actions, he gave the excuse that it was better than sleeping around.
“Don’t tell me that” Beatrice fumed with irritation ” For Christ’s sake, you are a church worker. It is not acceptable”
How was he supposed to cope with sexual pressure? How long was he going to wait? It was better to subdue the longings of his flesh than committing the ‘actual sin”. Beatrice was more pained to know that it was a habit. So behind closed doors, it was part of him. And there he was mounting the pulpit to raise those same ‘filthy’ hands in worship. She needed to have a rethink. The incident that just happened was a red flag. Beatrice dropped his meal, excused herself, and left. He knew he had disappointed her.