ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON TEN

Episode 55

Why the fuck did she have a notification from Harts and Flowers ? , Faith thought as she stood in her bedroom, staring at her phone with a perplexed look. It had been forever since she had had a legit hit on that worthless site. She had actually started it way before Melinda, way before Pamela, Penelope, Matilda. All of them. Hell she had actually still been in the closet then and feeling her way out. Still in uniform which accounted for her cheesy looking profile picture. Maybe that was why she had not gotten many messages. After all who wanted to fuck a cop ? Even now most didn't want a cop with the current cop hating climate they were in , she mused as she clicked on the profile notification.

Her face reflected great shock as she saw who it was.

Joy Jones. The Reverend Joy Jones with her long thick black curls and sweet brown eyes and short soft cuddly looking dusky brown body. The one woman who was completely out of her league. League? Hell. Joy wasn't even in the same damn galaxy. The woman was a minister for God's sake. And Faith was...... Faith.

Joy Jones was a lesbian? For real? Not that she was that surprised. There were a lot of gay ministers running around especially in the UUC church which was very progressive and liberal leaning. She just never would have thought Joy would go for a woman. Then again she would never have thought that the pastor would ever message her. Why was she messaging her on this old ass profile?

She read the message which simply said," Hello, Sister Faith, funny meeting you here. Are you here for the harts or the flowers ? "

She couldn't help grinning because it was so corny. She was kinda a sucker for corny sometimes. That was how Melinda had first hooked her. She had been walking down the street one day and all of a sudden heard Melinda calling out ," You gotta be exhausted because you been running all through my head, baby girl. "

She collapsed onto her bed and clicked onto the pastor's actual profile. It was a fairly new one. It was tame and conservative looking next to some she had seen on there. Pictures of Joy with a mean looking orange cat that eerily looked like that Algebra thing of Spencer and DuBuis. Pictures of her wearing a wide brimmed hat and baggy tee shirt and faded jeans while working in a vegetable garden at the church.

Her basic information was very basic. A few years older than herself at forty two. Not a bad age gap. Not like Matilda. After all Faith was only thirty six. It detailed she was a minister and a Native Washingtonian who had grown up in Northeast DC. She was of course a liberal Democrat who supported President Walker Brandon. She liked gardening, reading, music , dancing and traveling. And she said one of her bucket list wishes was to ride on a motorcycle before she died. Faith suddenly saw the pretty pastor sitting behind her on the " bitch seat " of her own Harley. Of course, she would make the woman wear a helmet. She would never want anything to happen to Joy Jones.

Wait....... Hold ....... Knock it off , Lane, she told herself. There was no way this woman was going to be on her motorcycle or anywhere else connected to her. It was so obvious Faith was not Joy's type. And the pastor was not her type. She seemed so retiring and gentle next to Faith. Joy was too much the let's stay in and watch tv while cuddling type of woman. Although...... that did not really seem all that bad to her right now after the aftermath of Pamela/ Penelope/ Melinda.

Faith clicked on a picture of Joy in a long flowy pink and blue cotton dress. She was again at the church, serving food at the soup kitchen, and she was smiling at an old man accepting a plate of what looked like beef stew and something green and leafy. Her eyes zeroed in on her lips. They looked so tender and plump and kissable.

Stop.

Right now.

Not in your league, Lane. Stay away. Far away.

Of course, she mused, Joy should not be on this site. Some of the women she remembered from there were more hard core than the soft gentle intelligent pastor. She hoped the woman didn't get hurt in some way. The woman was too special for online dating.

Almost against her will , her fingers began to write Joy Jones a message in response to hers , and after a slight hesitation she clicked send on it.

" What the fuck am I doing? ," she muttered.