"...and forgive us our trespasses,"
Knock-knock.
"...as we forgive those that trespass against us."
Knock-knock.
"Come in."
"Good morning pastor. Are you ready for your weekly stretches?"
"Christ. Is it Tuesday already?"
"Yessir. Indeed it is sir."
"All right Bob, all right. Let's get this shit over with."
"Wonderful. OK. Great starting position. Now grab your ankles. Fabulous. And now...stretch. That's it. A little more."
"Arrgh...sweet baby Jesus. I think I pulled a kidney."
"C'mon. Don't stop. Feel the burn."
"What the fuck does that even mean, you sanctimonious prick?"
"Focus now. Stretch. Both of them back. You're almost there."
"Arrgh! Sadist. Faggot. Vile cocksucker."
"That's it. Right behind your head. Awesome! Now hold it."
Bob unbuttons his pants. His lowering zipper echoes against the pastor's belaboured breathing. The pastor looks up. His eyes bulge at Bob's bulge.
"What the fuck?! Oh God, I think I'm stuck."
Bob pulls down his boxers and approaches.
"Looking good Jerry. Looking real good."
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