Sir, At church on Sunday, and the priest do shriek and bellow about the fiery pits of hell awaiting all those who do sin. This sermon troubles me somewhat. I later invite the priest round for a glass of Brandy whereupon he reassures me that, in many way
Raised in a strict cage, now I’m a filthy slut, breaking every rule with raw hunger. This slut craves filthy stares, dangerous thrills, and the wild freedom they tried to deny me.