For a moment as Dukey walked away, Mac wondered if this was a trick. Another way of getting the minister to let his guard down and show he is human? Slipping on his shades, he leaned against a tree and lit a smoke. A drink, yeah hell yeah, would be nice, he thought. He couldn't recall a day more fitting to get absolutely ripped. Somehow, though, he knew his drinking days were over. Maybe the devil he felt earlier was his own demons. But still, what about those voices the bride-to-be was hearing?<br/><br/>Glancing slyly towards the bedroom window, Mac was shocked at the clear view. Slowly he turned to face off in a different direction while being able to keep a perfect eye-shot, just in case. He may be slowly reforming to embrace this position of his.. but he was still human. That reminded him.. oh shit! Whipping out his cell, fingers scrambled to send a text to a certain young lady he was planning on 'counselling' later this evening. Damn.. he had been looking forward to tonight. It was<em>'confession night'</em>.. she confessed, he spanked.  "<em>Sorry babe.. can't make it.. Stuck in Twilight Zone</em>" She'd know what he meant.<br/><br/>Sliding down against the tree, the minister chilled out. The view to the bedroom window was perfect. Crossing arms, he appeared to doze off.