My sweet woman of virtue...
In my line of work, we occasionally get a few temporary workers from one of the local offices to come and help us out when we get busy. Most of the time these people last about a week before they realize that perhaps they should not have thrown away the chance at going to Harvard, so they quit. One person in particular caught my eye because she appeared to have a body-fat percentage of less than 15%, a small miracle when you take into account the number of orcas that you encounter in a factory setting. Plus she had these eyes that were slightly slanted and exotic. It took me a few days to really see the potential with this young lady and when I turned on the charm, she responded.
Like everything in life, there is a price you pay for everything and I started paying my dues when she began to talk about how Jesus walks and talks through her, which is enough to make any future hard-on wither like a salt-saturated slug in the Sahara, or so I thought. The more I looked at her legs and ass, during the days that she decided to wear tight jeans, the less I though about the fact that she had been brain-washed. I mean think about it, my little head can't think like the big head so it doesn't understand monotheism and philosophy, which causes it to respond to lust irrespective of the archaic beliefs of any lady whom I find desirable. I decided to throw caution to the wind and I invited her out for drinks and bowling.
In our previous conversations I noticed that she would contradict herself quite often and whenever she said something that went against scripture, I called her up on it. She asked me if I believed in Darwinism and I told her that I don't believe in it, I know it to be true. Then she proceeds to tell me that if she ever become rich, forgetting that part in the bible about how it's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to get into heaven, she would blow up The Galapagos Islands since that's where Darwin made a few observations. These are the type of people that I share a state with, here in Bumblefuck, Ohio.
So I pick her up and drive her to where I meet my buddies for a few frames and she tells me how she doesn't like to fuck but she will appreciate it when a man sucks on her tits while she masturbates. This is when I decided that when it comes to which head is smarter, size matters not. For once my little head made the correct call. Of course she also told me that she was in rehab yet I decided that she must be trying to get her life back in order because she showed up for work everyday and busted her ass. Things went steadily downhill after that.
My future ex-wife proceeded to become quite intoxicated as well as telling me to take her to her mothers' so she can get some weed! On the drive over there I put my hand on her leg to see if she would resist. Well, she redirected it to her pussy and I began to massage it through her jeans with quite a bit of strength, making her a little excited. During our visit to her mothers' house, she smoked a few bowls and we decided that it would be best to call it a night. Just before I got to her street, I heard her burp up some fluid, so I pulled over and told her to open the door and get it out of your system. Sure enough, she decided to share everything she drank that night with the earthworms but thankfully I stopped in time before the interior of my car could have been redecorated. Eventually, I got her back to her place and even asked if she needed to be tucked in. Nope, I had to spend the night alone once more but the effort was made. I wonder what Jesus thought of the whole night?