The Apostate

        Mark looked up at the sky and whistled. He could see a rainbow.
    His house was his boat. He'd sailed across the Atlantic and around
    Cape Horn. Nothing was more pleasing .. But, there was still an emptiness.
    Mark decided to look up a girl friend.  Julia Wendel lived in a little tudor
    house. The wood was fabricated plywood. "I hadn't expected you." she
    answered the door with a dusty cap and overalls .. Mark was happy to see
    her and they embraced.

        "Christ. What's your middle name?" Mark asked letting his ignorance
    show. "Penelope. Do you still brush your teeth with Arm&Hammer?" Julia
    replied as she sat on the tweed couch. "Yeah. Never could break the habit.
    You still working at U Haul?" His question made Julia wince. She had never
    achieved her life's ambition; to be an actress. "It's a job. I wish I could offer
    you something more filling, but I haven't been allocated anymore food credit."
    "Hey, this is great. I love ham sandwiches." Mark gave Julia a kiss.
    Julia was on food stamps.

          "So you rent?" he asked looking about. "Oh? No. I just keep it clean.
    The elderly lady, who owns it allows me to flop her. She's such a sweet
    heart." Julia poured some grape juice. "What's new? I've been out of touch
    for a while." Mark fumbled for more conversation. Julia picked up a paper
    and read the headline, "Jesus returns to Jerusalem. Arab nations surround
    Israel and China threatens war with the United States." Mark is frozen in
    shock. "The papers a few months old. No one knows what's going to happen.
    But, China hasn't declared war yet." Julia stood up and let her overalls slip off.
    She was every bit the beauty he had remembered.

          "I ah.. just a minute. Jesus .. the Jesus? Has returned?" Mark gulped
    his grape fruit juice. Julia gave a toothy smile, "Yes." She put her arms about
    his neck. They kissed. Mark pulled back, "Should we pray? What is Jesus
    doing .. back.. here now?" "The Israeli press isn't saying much and no one
    can get close to him. He has an aura that blinds some people." she was now
    completely naked. But, Mark was loosing his focus; "Doesn't this make you
    nervous .. about breaking His rules?" Julia gave a silent laugh and started
    a hand job; "I'm not Christian."  His mind fogged as she stroked him.
    "Jesus comes back from the dead and you don't believe in Him?" the words
    came as he came.

            "I do not believe in Christianity. And I do not worship Jesus. I am
      a free bitch." Julia took Mark's cock into her mouth. "Oh. my God!"
      Mark came again in her hot mouth. He felt bewildered had he damned himself?
      "Mark I want you to fuck me doggy style." she spun about on the couch,
      presenting her butt to him. "Are we going to Hell?" Mark's voice was breaking
      as he mounted her. "You cannot lie to yourself. Be true to yourself and fuck
      Jesus!" Julia growled. He couldn't resit her sumptuous ass and dripping mound.
      Every fuck drove him madly into lust. "I love you Penelope!" he cried tearfully.
      He could never be Christian. They would never be saved. Their lust was too
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