She gave me a dazzling smile and stuck out her hand."Jeremiah Brock, I presume," she said as she gave my hand a firm shake. "I'm Deputy Minister Dever..., but please call me Lucy."I raised my eyebrows at her knowing my name, but it really did not shock me that much. From my first glimpse of New London, I could already see that these outlanders were not backwoods yokels.Lucy dropped my hand and turned to my companions."I won a pile of credits, betting it was you two that the Pleiad sent. I swear. “Enough, Chica. I gotta work tonight.” “What the fuck? I thought you had the night off!” With a shake of his head, he shrugged. He pushed me away again, this time hard enough to plant my ass on our unmade bed. “Antonio called in sick. I gotta cover.” I snorted. Yeah, right. Antonio was always calling in with the ‘sniffles’. Only, the kind he got, were from sucking too much shit up his nostrils. I knew for a fact that half of every check he got went directly up his nose. Jesus joked that he. Sure enough, there were screwing sounds in the morning, the older man left, and she went to church. I guessed that from her clothes and the timing. That night I showed up with the wine again and we ended up in her bed.After emptying myself into her well-used sperm receptacle, I told her I was puzzled by some things and could we talk.She said, “Sure. I figured you might want to do that and I’m glad you asked.” We were on our sides with my half hard pecker still being gripped by her velvet. “Well, I always wanted to leave in a memorable way, wherever I went, and I’ve been at that church since shortly after my divorce from Sandy. It’s where I met Sherry, in fact. This could be a lot of fun for all of us! What you’re saying, though, is that Christianity, the faith of my fathers, the dominant religion of the West, is wrong. Dead wrong, in fact. That’s a revolutionary proposition for certain.“Then again, so many things that were once essential dogmas of Christianity have had to be.