[ that's not her job anymore, getting down to her knees for men. or women, for that matter. her sins these days trade on the lives of others, each dying man, woman, and child a coin in the heavy purse of her religious betrayal. did god plan for judas to betray his son so passionately? did he mean for his son to suffer through his love for the crying, squealing things he'd created in his image?
godly devotion exacts a price that most men could never hope to match. girls, though — girls know the price and pay it every day of their lives. to rise above their existence is to be more than the rib bone taken from man's side, and that's such a prideful thing to do.
johnny curls her posture just a little more and leans full against the entryway. this woman has the stink of ambition all over her, and probably the perfume of excess sticking the sweat on her skin. too pretty to be anything but intentional, too haughty to be anything but deeply vindictive. she'd do well with the madam, if she's not something of one herself. ]
Don't think you're dressed for service, yourself. Or you missed the turn to the rec rooms on your way down.
Wanna show me the knife you're hiding, or are we going to keep pretending you don't hand-carry?
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[ that's not her job anymore, getting down to her knees for men. or women, for that matter. her sins these days trade on the lives of others, each dying man, woman, and child a coin in the heavy purse of her religious betrayal. did god plan for judas to betray his son so passionately? did he mean for his son to suffer through his love for the crying, squealing things he'd created in his image?
godly devotion exacts a price that most men could never hope to match. girls, though — girls know the price and pay it every day of their lives. to rise above their existence is to be more than the rib bone taken from man's side, and that's such a prideful thing to do.
johnny curls her posture just a little more and leans full against the entryway. this woman has the stink of ambition all over her, and probably the perfume of excess sticking the sweat on her skin. too pretty to be anything but intentional, too haughty to be anything but deeply vindictive. she'd do well with the madam, if she's not something of one herself. ]
Don't think you're dressed for service, yourself. Or you missed the turn to the rec rooms on your way down.
Wanna show me the knife you're hiding, or are we going to keep pretending you don't hand-carry?