“My, my” said a beautiful black girl, early 30s, with facial features that could get her work as a cover girl. She was svelte and elegant, wearing a red T-back thong with an orange double ring wraparound bikini top. She looked so glamorous she could have made it in a James Bond movie. The streetwalker looked at the newcomer for one second and knew exactly what was happening. “The Lord could strike me dead right now, and I wouldn’t mind a bit, ‘cause now I’ve seen everything. ‘Fifty dollars for fellatio and a hundred for coitus.’ I gotta write that down so I can use it on the muckty-mucks from Connecticut.”
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.