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A lesson from aunt BarbaraI wasn't…" "Oh, my child," he said. "We must pray. This is evidently far more serious than I had supposed. But there is yet another way to salvation. We must remove all traces of this man's foul deed, we must… as it were… undo the thing he did." "How, oh, Reverend, just tell me how," Betty Sue said, her eyes radiating faintly of hope reborn. "Quick, we must go to your bedroom," the reverend said, leading the way by guesswork alone. He had never been in the house before, but he was soon standing in the center of the master bedroom, glaring down at the rumpled bed. Meekly, Betty Sue followed him and stood mute, waiting for his instructions. "You must do exactly as I say, my child," he said, "or else all our prayers will have been said in vain." "Yes, of course," she said, "anything at all." The Right Reverend Doctor Billy Dean Donaldson, his saintly black face lighting up with passion, a faint trace of respiration dotting his forehead, his crotch filling his black clerical suit and making it tent out in front, reached out for. Betty Sue Swensen. "This is the laying on of the hands," he said, "guaranteed to exorcise any leftover demons in your body from the devil's embrace." And before Betty Sue knew what had hit her, she was standing starkly naked right before the big black preacher man, and a tingling had begun inside her loins almost like what she had felt when Dr ...» |
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