02 Reconciliation with prude on the horizon

Since the attack was really frontal, the prude lied on the ground like a drunk slut after the tenth act, unable to recover. We really wondered how to handle it, but no ideas were coming. Suddenly, an unexpected feeling just flew into my nob – let’s splash her with iced mineral water! I brought iced mineral water, splashed the prude, but no result. Still lying there like nuts. So, what is it now? Then, my friend got a different idea – salt over gold! He brought a little dose of salt and sifted it directly to her crotch. Supposedly for a bigger effect. Nothing.

Damn, this is so fucked, I said, and I also wondered how to repair this quagmire, to which we’ve just sailed.  Ha, of course. Cigarette! I pulled out of my pocket a roll of white and yellow matter, heated it through adequately and let’s push it to her nipple! She jumped like being thrown from the saddle by two hundred kilos heavy tarpan horse.

– You pigs! What are you doing here?! You’ve  came here certainly only to spoil my delightful prayer! You don’t believe in my Satan, so get out of here!

We believe, we believe, mostly the electoral promises – I tried to answer.

–For this, you must buy me a gold cross and a diamond prayer book as well!

–Regrettably we don’t have this, we have only paper one with a substantial discount for a ridiculous subscription of  5 euros.—the friend spoke up.

–  So give it or you will see! – she answered and jumped and stuck herself to the ceiling. In that moment, she turned to a beautiful princess. What to say, LSD that we had taken before this action, had done its task.

Wow, I'll give to you everything you will want. – my friend answered completely flattered and started pulling out his prayer book from his pocket. I felt that mine was somehow tight in my pants as well.

– Tell me, how many times a day you usually pray before the altar of your goddess of fertility?!  -- the princess spilled.

-- Due to regulations of course, at least three times a day. – my friend answered.

-- And do you want to go to that altar now as well, or do you feel somehow bored already?

-- I like altars and everything connected with prayer, -- my friend answered and sneezed.

-- Don’t be silly, -- I say, pointing at the ceiling of the chapel, playing flashing colors as wild and I add: You don’t have a hammer with you to prevent unlucky consequences if your prayer is heard.

-- I have everything that is necessary, -- he added and threw away the cover from his prayer book.

-- You need a hammer! A sickle won’t do! – I’m saying.

-- It will be sufficient for preventing consequences.

-- Sure, but you‘ll never more pray.

-- Do not want to thwart it, you asexual.