Baring it All (part 20) Paying Respects I finally raised the phone to my ear. "Granny, did you say she's dead?" I asked "Yes, Baby. Now I have to get over to the house with the rest of the Ladies Auxilary. I'll call you later." she said "Wait, Granny. I'm gonna go with you, I'll be right over." As we pulled up to his house the driveway was full of cars. Mostly parishioners I guessed but there were also 3 police cars. Granny had told me on the way that all she knew was that Lisa had been stabbed in an apartment building across town. She didn't know why she was there, or any other details. I knew that was where Lisa lived when she was not pretending to be Mrs. Rev Travis Leonard. One of Granny's parishioners let us into the house and told us Travis was with the police. They were questioning him. I thought of leaving not really knowing why I was there, but I needed to see Travis and make sure he was okay. I also needed to know why he had not been in jail last night just like me. Finally he came out of his room and walked the officers to the door. "We'll be in touch" one of the detectives said, as they exited. The church ladies hovered around Travis quickly offering to fix him food, or do whatever he needed. He declined. He looked tired and distressed. I looked directly at him and realized he had not noticed me standing over by the window. I cleared my throat to attract his attention. He looked into my eyes, and spoke silently. I nodded my head and smiled weakly. "Sister Morris, he said to one of the church ladies "Would you and the other ladies mind tyding up my kitchen. I'm afraid Lisa must not have gotten around to it yesterday. Folks have been dropping off food and I just have not had a moment to organize any of it." "Of course Pastor," Sister Morris said and they all headed towards the kitchen along with my grandmother." Speaking loud enough for them to hear he said to me. "Sister Marissa, I need some help finding Lisa's best dress to take to the funeral home. Would you help me look in her closet, it's right this way." I silently followed Travis into his bedroom and closed the door. He took me into his arms and kissed me slowly and passionately, holding me tightly. His hands caressed my back as his tongue dove deeper into my mouth.I sucked his lips into mine hungry for his taste. His hand groped my breasts through my Tshirt and he squeezed them. My nipples hardened immediately at his touch. He lowered his hands and cupped my behind squeezing me closer to him. He backed me up and lay me on his bed. I spread my legs and he lay between them dry humping against me. I was wearing thin knit pants and no panties and could feel his dick stroking my clit through the material. We kissed deeper and more urgently clinging tightly to each other. Travis raised my T-shirt and began to suck on my bare breasts. I moaned in pleasure. We both froze as we heard a knock on the door. "Pastor?" My Granny said. "There's a man out here from Simmons funeral parlor to pick up that dress." "I'll be right out, Sister Rogers," he said. Travis got up and grabbed a pink dress from the closet. It was the first he saw. "No!" I said quickly. I got up and flipped through the dresses Travis had bought for Lisa. I chose a silk organza double-breasted off-white skirt suit and handed it to him. "This is more suitable for a minister's wife to be buried in." I said solemnly. "Did you buy her any jewelry?" I asked. Travis opened the door for my Granny and pointed towards the dresser. I chose a pair of simple gold hoop earrings, and a gold leaf shaped brooch. I followed Travis and my grandmother back into the living room. Travis handed the funeral home clerk the dress, and I gave him the jewelry. "Make sure you pin this to her dress," I told him. The funeral clerk was a skinny short black man with dead eyes. His cold hands sent a chill up my spine as he took the jewelry from me. The little pervert winked at me and I suddenly recognized him as a club regular. I turned my back and walked across the room sitting on the couch. "Rev. Leonard, your wife wasn't wearing her wedding band when they delivered the remains to us. Do you have it?" he said to Travis. "Uhm, no. I'll have to ask the police if it was in her apartment." He said. Travis dropped his head and walked back into his bedroom and closed the door. The funeral clerk left, and I went into the kitchen with the other ladies. "Granny, I'm ready to go." I said. "Go, on Baby. I'll catch a ride with Sister Odell." She said. I kissed her on her cheek, and told the other ladies good-bye. I walked out to my car, and got in. Seeing the funeral home clerk and picking out her clothes had made it all so real to me. Lisa was really dead. My mind flashed to all the times I'd watched her danced. I'd never admitted it but she was one of the best at the club. She was always on point, and precise. The customers loved her. Then I remembered sexing her in the shower just a few days before. How sexy she'd looked and how sweet she'd tasted. I had completely forgotten about her when I fell in love with Travis. I sat in my car thinking of Lisa, and I wept…