Usually, I’m not a vengeful person and, ask anyone, I seldom hold a grudge. But the incident with the parsimonious pricks of latter-day fuckheads wormed its way under my skin and started to fester. It was blatantly uncivilized, I thought, to brandish fire and brimstone the morning after a night of partying.
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“Well, first of all, you have to accept Jesus into your heart,” said the jock.
I smiled. “Brian, I’ll be happy to accept Jesus anywhere you want to put him.”
He gave me a little nod and continued. “Then, of course, you have to acknowledge that you’re a sinner, in need of redemption, as we all are, Candice.”
“Oh, that’s easy. I’m a *huge* sinner. Heaps of sin. I’m just drippin’ with it.” I looked over at John the Baptist. “But I can hardly believe you’re a sinner, John. You don’t look like you’ve committed a sin in your entire life!”
He perked up a little. “Oh, but I am. We all are! But God loves us anyway. Isn’t that wonderful?”
I slid my eyelids half shut. “It is, John! It certainly is. Because you have no idea what dark, hot, wet, thoroughly disgusting sins I’ve committed.”
I switched my attention over to Brian. “Would you like to know, Brian?” Moving closer to where he was sitting, I balanced my crossed arms on his knees and perched my chin on top of them. “Should I confess them to you?” I felt his legs go rigid.
“N-no. We’re not Catholic, Candice. We don’t have that kind of confession. God, our father, knows all your sins already.”
“Really?” I slowly began to pull his knees apart and move between them. “I’m not convinced that God-the-Father could forgive them, Brian. I’ve done some really terrible things. Awful, carnal stuff - sin’s of the flesh, you know? Sometimes with other people, sometimes just by myself. Coveting my neighbor’s wife, and his ass, and generally worshiping a lot of false idols, taking the Lord’s name in vain when I come - really hard. Stuff like that.”
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