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Elder Clarke took off his tie with some confusion, but mostly curiosity. He had no idea how getting undressed would be helpful,but President Lewis insisted that he trust him. Clarke hadn’t really wanted to talk about his sexuality or his thoughts and fantasies. He’d even thought it was inappropriate for President Lewis and not his mission president to be asking him such personal questions. But something about the look in Lewis’ eyes intrigued him. It seemed less like he was asking questions than telling him something. Like a secret. A special secret that couldn’t be asked out loud. Elder Clarke wanted to see this through. He’d offered up a few simple admissions, nothing that would condemn him, about his arousals and the looks he’s made toward his companions. President Lewis seemed to actually be understanding–even possibly excited.
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