Honour the fucking deal you made

Good on you, not going back on your word over a chocolate biscuit. Even one as delicious as that. Also, truth be told, you're pretty fucking spent and if Sister Biscuit Thief fought back you're not exactly in tip-top shape.

"Now let me tell you about the word of Our Heavenly Father."

Hang on. Sister Hagface is stuffing her face. Either she's some sort of ventriloquist or magician or... no. It's Sister Holly speaking. Her words are like honey, nectar, ambrosia, pouring into your ears. She radiates truth and honesty and purity as she wipes the last of the cum off her and starts to get dressed. Her words make sense. You can feel yourself growing in understanding. You feel shame for the way you've treated her.

"Do not worry, my child. You are forgiven."

You've bullied and degraded this woman, this girl, and still she forgives you. You can feel the light emanating from her. The 'Good News' TM Limited flows through you and fills with heart with joy and love.

Five years later

You hold your wife's hand as you walk up the footpath together. You adjust your tie and knock on the door. A man in his 60's opens it.

"Not interested, thank you."

You wink at Holly and interrupt with the following, immortal words...