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“You’ll find out.” The devil flashed her dazzling smile at me. Fantasia’s tray was dropped unceremoniously on the table, shots of liquor spilling without a care. My bowels were evacuated, and I felt a pair of cocks slide up my taint, and enter my sanctity simultaneously. Daniel moaned behind me, taken by the tightness of his penetration. “I’ve got family issues too.” I said, searching for a connection with God, “My mom’s kind of a train wreck, and I sometimes think Daniel’s on the spectrum.”
“You’re father’s a real piece of work too.” God said, giving me a furtive look. Mwhuahahahaha! The human spirit is a twisted, vial, disgusting thing, and I take great pleasure in proving it to the lady upstairs day-in and day out.”
I had questions there, but Lucy’s expression didn’t invite them. I didn’t answer, but simply parted my lips. And why would she care, for was there anything as beautiful as watching these creatures exchange tongues?
