BLABBERMOUTH: Are these one-on-one sessions Godly?

WHAT is this that the rumour mill is churning out about this man of the cloth who has been indulging in an awful lot of one-on-one “counselling sessions” at his crib in one of our rather swanky low-density suburbs?
He is the big cheese, the head honcho or top dog of that rather united denomination that has got prayer down to a science.
He is the one calling the shots at one of the church’s parishes, conveniently located near the city’s bustling Central Business District, and a stone’s throw from that venerable State-owned institution of higher learning.
Apparently, the chap resides in one of the nearby suburbs.
Ah, yes, he is the chap whose surname has a ripping connection to a rather robust piece on the draughts board.
I mean, his moniker bears a striking resemblance to the esteemed title bestowed upon a humble draughts piece when it reaches the pinnacle of success, namely, the opposite end of the board.
Word reaching Yours Truly suggests that the reverend gentleman in question has been entertaining a steady stream of visitors at his humble abode, all under the guise of one-on-one prayer sessions.
Now, we are not giving any prizes for guessing, but it appears that his guest list is rather skewed towards the fairer sex, wink-wink.
But, what has truly got the rumour mill in a tizzy, is that the distaff side of his guest list appears to be comprised of ladies whose moral compasses are a tad…dodgy.
One would think that a man of his standing in the community would be a bit more discerning in his choice of companions, but alas, it seems that discretion is not his strong suit, if you catch our drift!
While we acknowledge, with a nod to the Good Book, that our man of the cloth is following in the footsteps of the Big JC Himself, ministering to the lost sheep and all that rot, we cannot help, but harbour some, shall we say, healthy scepticism regarding the true nature of these nocturnal visits from the fairer sex. Knowing the chap as intimately as we do, we highly doubt that these ladies are beating a path to his doorstep solely for the purpose of ‘prayer sessions’.
Blabber is on the case, determined to unmask the mystery woman, a prominent lady of discerning taste, who has been paying frequent visits to our man of the cloth under the guise of prayer sessions.
Rest assured, Yours Truly will leave no stone unturned in our quest for the truth.
We will get to the bottom of this intrigue, even if it takes a spot of sleuthing!
As we all know, Blabber, ever the champion of virtue, is driven solely by a burning desire to preserve the tattered remnants of our moral fabric.
And so, dear reader, rest assured that if this man of the cloth is, in fact, a paragon of piety, doing the Lord’s work with unwavering dedication, you shall be the first to know.
We shall, with due haste, blow the trumpet of righteousness, proclaiming his good deeds to the world!
…but if, on the other hand, our investigations uncover a tangled web of duplicity and hypocrisy, gentle reader, you can be certain that Blabber shall not hesitate to blow the whistle, loudly and with great relish!
Blabber shall, with surgical precision, expose the unvarnished truth, leaving no stone unturned, no closet unopened, and no skeletons unexposed!