Pib

                    "He has charged His angels with the ministry
                    of watching and safeguarding everyone of His
                    creatures that behold not His face."


      Pib stood in his tiny living room holding a tray of biscuits and tea..
      A lovely curvatoius lady lay accross his couch. She had removed
      all her garments except for a black choker around her neck and her
      pink garter stockings.. .. "Ahm, that's a strange thing to say Sarah"
      Pib stuttered.


                    "Ah! The angels of peace weep bitterly. Beware!
                    Lest you scandalize these angels in heaven.
                    They cry out for those who are vehemently
                    oppressed, 'Who is like onto God?'"


      Pib brought the tray of tea and biscuits to Sarah. "Should I ..
      take the maids outfit off?" Pib was dressed tightly in a short
      maids shirt with fishnet stockings and eight inch black heels.


                    "Who remembers the forty martyrs of Sebaste?
                    When their Legion was ordered to offer sacrifice.
                    They gallantly formed a company of martyrs.
                    After they had been scorged with iron hook
                    wips; they lied upon the icey surface of a pond
                    naked until they were frozen to death."


      Pib put the tray of biscuits down on the floor beside Sarah
      and wagged his pogo stick... "Would you like a taste?" he
      nevervously queeried.


                    "Thirtynine! Angles were seen with thirtynine crowns!
                      The youngest soldier had held out against the cold.
                      Officers, moved with pity ordered him brought to a
                      warm bath. . But! His mother stood by, a valliant
                      woman. She could not bear to see her son seperated
                      from the band of forty martyrs. She lifted his body
                      onto the funeral pyre with his dead brethren....

                      Oh! What ravishing delights does the soul taste
                      when worldly bounds are broken?"


      Pib rubbed Sarah's belly slowly, "Shhhhhhh."  Sarah bit a biscuit
      and gave it to Pib, who ate it and said, "It is consummated".




                      ~You do not know how much I love you,
                        my consoling angel; give me a kiss
                        of love, my brilliant morning star.~


      Reflection: To render our supplications and unite them in spirit;
                      we must first perform fervent penance.



   
      Erin Go Bragh!