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"You," he told her, gazing at her intently, "you have an unhealthy sexual attitude."
When two people enter into holy matrimony, Pastor Williams told her, they should try their hardest to be open and to fulfill each other's sexual fantasies. You need to make your husband happy so he'll stay at home, he told her. Since this was her pastor talking, Saundra listened. Maybe he's right, she thought. As she was driving home, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror, studying her soft, smooth face and cheerful brown eyes. I can fix this, she remembers thinking.
"This is gonna be okay, Saundra," she remembers saying into the mirror.
It seemed believable to Saundra that she was the one with the problem. She had been a virgin when she married, and she never had much of a sex drive -- or at least not as much as her husband thought she should have. Maybe her focus on God had led her to neglect the sexual side of herself, she thought.
After that, the counseling sessions weren't about talking. Williams changed from marriage counselor to a sexual coach and cheerleader rolled into one, almost overnight. He would get Saundra alone and lecture her on sex, on pleasing a man.
"You can't be a minister in the bed," she remembers him telling her one day. "You gotta be a bitch in the bed."
And Williams wanted to show her how. He told her she had to have sex with him so he could teach her how to please Rickey. At first, he talked a lot about her husband. "You belong to Rickey," he would say, as he caressed her coffee-with-cream skin. "This is Rickey's pretty body." After a few months, he nicknamed her "The Baby" and told her he was in love with her. "The Baby's got two husbands," he would say.
Eventually, Williams invited Saundra and Rickey to his parsonage for an instructional orgy, at which Rickey, by his own admission to the Pitch, had sex with a female pastor.
In Saundra's marriage, stress was mounting. Rickey had been laid off from AT&T, so he had more free time for recreation while Saundra struggled to preach and support the family on her hourly Pizza Hut wages.
The marriage was in trouble. And Pastor Williams had just the thing to fix it: nude photography. One afternoon at the parsonage, he had Saundra and her husband take off their clothes. He got out a camera and peered at them through the lens. He coaxed them into various sexual poses. Snap. Snap. Snap. The flash lit the room.
Rickey took the photos home and locked them in a heavy file cabinet. Months later, Saundra pried open the cabinet with a crowbar and burned the pictures. She wanted to make sure she didn't end up like the other unwitting AME women who were featured in Williams' gallery. Pastor Williams had showed Saundra hundreds of pictures; some he had taken himself, and others came from swap sessions with other ministers who had their own collections.
Williams had sexual contact with numerous women from his church, according to his deposition in Saundra's sexual harassment lawsuit. One was a crack addict whom he ostensibly was counseling toward rehabilitation. As she recovered, he began visiting the apartment where she lived with her boyfriend. One day, he visited when he knew she'd be alone. She was wearing a red denim dress that buttoned up the front and, as they talked, he reached over and tried to undo a button.