03 On guard of the chapel during the sex

Ha, but if you intend to have fun here and now with our princess, use a protective tool at least, -- I objected.

-- Tool isn’t necessary, -- my friend retorted and already floated under his own weight caused by his own passion exactly in contrast with gravitation falling up directly on her figure.

-- Oh, for Christ’s wounds, what will arise from all of this, -- I am talking to myself.

-- Come, my dear, we'll have good time together, -- he added and then he was casted on her and he started rending clothes from her in slow motion.

-- Jerk, crowned jerk, you will get a sickness from it or there’ll be consequences, -- I am talking dissatisfied.

-- Ignore it and just continue, -- a prude turned to princess says.

Meanwhile, he rended the whole upper part of her clothes and he continued with lower one.

-- Sex is not a good idea. She wants to lure you to a trap and then you shall see, -- I object, but, understandably, he is not listening.

-- Ignore him, my love, we will be in seventh heaven of pleasures, -- she says. And he just obeys her and obeys her like a horse.

Meanwhile, other folks enter the chapel and search a possibility for relaxing a little and meditating.

-- Ha, and what now, you didn‘t presume this, dumb ass, did you?!

The first three comers only stare speechless at the whole scene and don’t understand how they are to react correctly on it. No such things are done in chapels!

How to handle? – I am asking my sock. Mute. How to handle? – I am asking my shoe. Mute. How to handle? – I am asking my watch.

-- Machine gun, -- it answers.

-- Where to obtain?

-- It’ll rain for you.

-- Rubbish.

Whop, and I already was by the window plane, sweeping the rainwater from the gutter directly to my T-shirt so I could throw it to camping fridge which was forgotten there by someone and shape the machine rifle from it.

-- Stand in the middle of the door and patrol! – the watch ordered.

-- Ow, -- I answer briefly.

By the chapel entrance, the individuals shedded and I just glared at them and observed them replenishing the room. And what now, goddamned?

-- Pull the trigger! – the watch added.

As I was standing outside, I started pulling the trigger suddenly. Ratatatatatatatatatata, the folks rolled on the ground like drunk and nobody continued their journey.

-- Aww, and this is what kind of work?! Are we in Syria or what?!