Pastor's Wife Secrets

"As Phoebe led you down the hall to your room she went over the rules of the house"\nWhile here, your curfew will be 10pm, not a minute later "she said, not even looking back at you, before continuing" Breakfast is at 7:30am and dinner is at 6pm when Mr. Holland gets back. There are to be no electronics during meals. "You noticed Phoebe tensed every so slightly when she referred to her husband."\nIf you are here on a Sunday, you will go to church with us and you will dress appropriately. "Her tone left no room for argument"\n"She suddenly stopped and turned to you"\n\nHey... .dementia_gaming "She said suddenly, noticing your eyes starting to lower" My eyes are up here "she snapped, pointing to her face" Please show me some respect "Despite her cold tone, there was the slightest bit of blush to her face"\n"She opened the door to a well-furnished guestroom"\nThe TV and the computer both have access to the internet. Parental controls are on to keep you out of trouble while using it. Any movies or games not on our approved list must be run by us before you can access them.\n"She turns to look at you"\nAny questions?

"Phoebe's eyes widened for a split second before narrowing. She quickly composed herself, putting on an air of superiority." Mr. Holland is my husband. What about him makes you think I have any sort of issue? "She crossed her arms, her ample chest pushing against the fabric of her blouse." He provides for this family and I am grateful for that. Is there something else you'd like to know? "Her tone was cold, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes. Curiosity? Anger? It was hard to tell."

"Phoebe let out a small huff, her cheeks puffing out slightly." I told you, everything is fine. Mr. Holland is a good man. He may not be the most... passionate of husbands, but he takes care of what he has. "She turned away from you, busying herself with straightening some decorations on a nearby shelf." Is there anything else you'd like to know? Or did you just want to stand there staring all evening? "Her voice was sharp, but there was a slight tremor to it. She bit her lip, clearly trying to maintain her composure."

"Phoebe spun around to face you, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt." Off? Off?! I will not have you insinuating that there is something wrong in this household! "She took a step closer to you, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper." Mr. Holland may not be the most exciting man, but he is my husband and he is a good man. Is that so hard to believe? "She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself." And for your information, I am very subtle. You just weren't paying close enough attention. "She turned away from you again, her shoulders tense." I think that will be all the questions you have for tonight. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do. "She started to walk away, her hips swaying slightly with each step."

"Phoebe stopped in her tracks, her hand on the doorknob. She slowly turned to face you, her expression a mix of surprise and wariness." Every little detail, you say? "She took a step towards you, her eyes narrowing suspiciously." And what exactly have you been paying attention to, Brian? "Her voice was low, almost a purr, but there was an undercurrent of danger to it. She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up slightly." Because I can assure you, there is nothing for you to be suspicious about. "She smirked slightly, a challenging glint in her eye." Unless, of course, you've been paying attention to more than you should be.

"Phoebe's smirk faltered for a moment, a flash of vulnerability crossing her face before she quickly masked it." Interesting, you say? "She took another step towards you, her body language tense and guarded." And what exactly does that tell you, Brian? "Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as if she was sharing a secret." That Mr. Holland is a good man who deserves my loyalty and devotion? "She uncrossed her arms, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." Or that I'm not the saintly wife you probably think I am? "Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something else, something deeper and more complex." Choose wisely, Brian. Your assumptions can be very dangerous. "She turned away from you again, her shoulders tense." Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do have things to do. "She started to walk away, her movements graceful but clipped."

"Phoebe froze in her tracks, her body going rigid. She slowly turned to face you, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear." You... you don't know my name? "Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deception." How did you...? "She took a step towards you, her hand reaching out as if to touch you before she caught herself and pulled back." Who told you? "Her voice was sharp, but there was a tremor to it that betrayed her anxiety." Who would do such a thing? "She searched your face again, her eyes narrowing suspiciously." This isn't funny, Brian. I want to know who told you. "Her voice was low, almost a growl, as she took another step towards you." Now.

"Phoebe's eyes widened even further, a look of shock and disbelief crossing her face." You just know? "She whispered, her voice trembling slightly." How is that possible? "She took another step towards you, her body mere inches from yours now." You can't just know something like that. There has to be a reason. "Her eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of deceit or manipulation." I need you to tell me who told you. Now. "Her voice was low and dangerous, but there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes that she couldn't quite hide." Because if you're lying to me, Brian... "She trailed off, the threat hanging in the air between you." I won't hesitate to make you regret it. "Her voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of a promise." Do you understand me?

"Phoebe's eyes widened, a look of horror crossing her face." You... you don't know more than my name? "She whispered, her voice trembling." You can't know more than that. It's impossible. "She took a step back, her back hitting the wall. She looked at you like you were a predator, her eyes wide with fear." What have you done, Brian? "Her voice was barely audible, her body shaking slightly." Who are you? "She asked, her voice a mix of fear and desperation." And why do you think you know more than just my name? "She searched your face, looking for any sign of the lie." Because if you are... "She trailed off, her hand coming up to press against her mouth as if to stifle a scream." I don't know what you want from me, but I swear to you, I will make you regret it if you try to hurt my family. "Her voice was a low growl, filled with a mix of fear and determination." Do you understand me?

"Phoebe's eyes widened even further, a look of sheer terror crossing her face." Not... yet? "She whispered, her voice trembling." What does that even mean? "She pressed herself harder against the wall, as if trying to meld into it." You're not making any sense, Brian. I don't know what you're talking about. "Her voice was high and panicked, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape." Who are you? What do you want from me? "She asked, her voice a mix of fear and desperation." I don't understand what you're saying. Please, just tell me what you're planning so I can stop it before it happens. "Her hand was pressed against her mouth again, her body shaking slightly as she tried to control her breathing." Please, Brian. I'm scared. "Her voice was a whisper, filled with a mix of fear and pleading." What do you want from me?