Going forward, I'm going to occasionally write some absolutely terrible and inconsistent fanfiction for the books I review. Skip them if you like.
Rose Ann left the office with a smile on her chapsticked lips--makeup was the devil's way of tempting men. She passed by a young, sinful slut wearing a skirt that exposed her knees. Her lips curved into a distasteful grimace. Harlot, she thought.
A man and a woman stood at the crosswalk holding hands. What a nice married couple.
As she neared, she realized it was an un-man--a woman with short hair in a loose plaid shirt. Homosexuals, she bristled. The world was a sinful, horrible place. She stared forward, waiting for the light to turn, whispering a quick prayer to Baby Jesus.
"... Ooo, we should go to the drag show tonight," one of the lesbians said to the other.
What on God's green earth was that? Was it a slang term? Certainly not a Christian thing.
"That sounds like fun."
"My friend--you remember Bra De Lei? She's performing tonight."
"Oh, yeah. I miss Brad. We never hang out any more."
It was like listening to a foreign language. She wished she could shut her ears. Hear no evil.
The light turned and she hurried across, walking faster than the female lesbian, who had shod her feet like the devil's hooves in red pumps.
She made it without further incident to her car in the parking lot--something she and her father had picked out together. She, of course, made no decisions without a man's approval, as the Good Lord intended, for women were the glory of man (I Corinthians 11:7-9).
She slid into the seat and started the car. The station played a nice worship song. She never got tired of them, even if they had been recycling the exact same songs for as long as she had been alive. It filled her with such joy after seeing so much sin that she clasped her hands and bowed her head in prayer. Tears filled her eyes as she spoke to her Jesus. A lightness filled her heart--the warmth of God's Eternal Love. It seeped through her veins, setting her on a Holy Fire. It pooled in her secret region where she never touched, filling her with a holy love no mortal pleasure could ever equal. The Lord took her, spilling out of her mouth. She lifted her head, praising Jesus' name in his Holiest of Tongues. Tears stung her eyes as the sheer joy rushed through her body, sliding electric through her being. It tingled under her skin, raising the fine hair at the back of her neck.
She held her hands up the Lord, offering herself to him. "Use me, Lord!" she moaned. "Fill me with your Spirit!"
A floodgate opened inside her as the Lord filled her, emptying her out and filling her with Him. His eternal love enveloped her, cocooning her frail, temporal body and purifying her immortal soul. It blessed her with His Holiness and Love. The Spirit left her and she panted as she caught her breath, sweat beaded on her forehead.
Her panties were soaked.
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