Skip ahead 2 weeks

"Well, what's the deal 'Pastor?'" Trent asked ironically as "Pastor" Jay walked into the room, shook his head and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the upside-down cross tattoo on his left arm.

"Hot one today" He said cordially, looking across the Satanic altar.

"C'mon. I don't got all day." Trent barked.

"Three girls this year. Three girls in the youth group have it bad for me. One of them is spending the summer on the west coast. Two of them, Constance and Annette are going off to college. Those two, those are your recruits."

"You sure they'll be game?" Trent asked

"You kiddin' me?" Jay responded, "I've never seen two girls more eager to sit on a post in my life."

"They pretty?" Trent asked.

Jay scoffed. "The youth group doesn't produce girls who aren't pretty. These fucking fundamentalists are so pious and so image obsessed. Trust me, they'll be worshiping our god in no time."

"You mean worshiping your dick." Trent laughed.

"They never seem to know the difference." Jay smirked.