Shakers are trying to recruit me, but I turn them down because sex is too important to me.
Am marrying the Nazarene, the Texan who can't cook or keep house. I feel happy to be having such a sexy woman, nice body, etc. but also feel concerned, forced into it somehow. Am full of grave doubts, justifiably, of course.
Later, the Assemblies of God or some such are encouraging me to run with them. I forget the details, only the feeling of being desirable and yet a bit leery.
Once, I drop in on an Assemblies, intending just on a brief pre-Meeting worship. Instead, to my side, what I notice is my car's up on a lift, getting a free inspection and oil change. I'm somewhat peeved, then wonder how they got into it to drive it etc. See, in time, they have a kind of universal key. In gratitude, I stay for the whole service.
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