Sit with Amber

You move to the front and sit next to your ex.

She turns with a smile, recognizes who you are, and turns it into a pout. "What the hell are you doing here... and why are you sitting next to me?"

It's a good question. With other good choices, why did you sit next to the girl who betrayed you?

"You looked lonely. And I'm in church because I find there's something missing from my life."

"Yeah, like a backbone."

A minister walks over to the two of you. Ignoring you completely, he fawns over Amber for a couple of minutes before heading for the pulpit.

"Doesn't it creep you out having preachers drool over you?" you ask.

"First, he's a minister, not a preacher. Preachers are low-class shouters. Second, he wasn't drooling. And third, I'm used to having creeps drool over me. I was married to you for ten years, wasn't I?

"Three years."

"Oh, right. It only felt like ten years."

"Oooh, harsh."

She laughs. "And you love it, right? You always did like getting humiliated. That's why you stayed and watched me getting it in the ass, isn't it? It turned you on that a real man was taking me in a way you never could."

"I--"

"If you keep paying rent on our apartment, I can send you videos of me fucking Bentham. Would you like pictures of me with cum gobbing in my hair me getting gagged? I'll bet you would."

"You know," you say, "I'm looking forward to the day when you come to me and beg me to use your tongue to clean my ass."

She looks shocked. "Wow. Did you find a computer game to teach you to be a real man? Or are you--"

The minister starts preaching and you lean back and watch your ex while trying to figure out the appeal of the whole church thing. After all, billions of people across the world are religious. There's got to be something inherent, something powerful, something that you can manipulate with your stream at the base of it.