I remember him opening his wallet in church. I was building hymnal houses and he opened his thin wallet to show me small, square packages that looked like mini wet wipes you get while eating hot wings.
Condoms.
I gave him my disgusted face and turned around to face the preacher. I pretended to set an example, but I thought about that square package and why he would need it at church. After he got saved, he would walk around the church giving everyone hugs. He hugged me with complete control and I felt as though he were humping me.
*I'm not sure when this actually happened, but I'm estimating about 10 years ago. It's funny, all the things you witness in church.
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