Living in California for 30 years had a way of opening your eyes to what God was trying to tell you. I had my fair share of the streets of chasing and...being chased by women and enemies alike. After getting shot three times during an ‘altercation’ I knew it was time to stop doing things my way and do things the Lords way. No I’m not a saint. In fact im FAR from perfect. I still fantasize about women and even now as I sit her with my eyes glued to this mesmerizing woman sitting a few yards away I. ”“Well, I think I might have told you last time that a man… declared love to me.”“Ah, yes… Have you been able to forgive your attacker?”“Well, I’m trying to. But since then, his sister attacked me – like, tried to bite my tit off – and I was off school for a couple of weeks. We’ve made up now: I mean, I ate her cunt, and she fisted my ass and everything, so I think we’re going to be good friends. But… but she’s been telling me… about love…”“What has she said?” The priest’s voice took on an air. I started to do the repair, some sheet rock replacement when I realized that I had forgotten my rock saw in my car. Troy offered to get and when he came back in he looked a little shaken. I asked what was wrong and he told me he opened the wrong tool box! At that point I realized that I had forgotten to lock my toy box! He asked if I was gay too and I replied that I was bi and enjoyed both worlds. I finished the job and Troy asked if we could talk more and I said sure.He asked if I had ever had. One more moron, she thought. What kind of place is this?"We are looking for my friend Susan Murphy," she said. "I heard she works here."The black bimbo stretched her huge lips in a wide smile. Her teeth were a flash of white ivory."Lemme see!" she gushed and turned the monitor on the desk towards her. Gold fingernails tapped deftly on the keyboard. Then she begged the two girls closer and pushed "enter".A woosh of pink smoke hit their faces.Both Fred and Cordy froze, watching the.