The Enemy in Your Pants

[JackLuis]

While the subject of the essay was VD, I was thinking about other ways to interpret "The Enemy In Your Pants"

"Angela De Ortaga walked slowly down the shaded street, she felt at ease for the first time in weeks. She shook her head and began her rosary, counting the beads as she went home. It was a long walk to the Cathedral to confess, but she didn't feel her parish Priest was up to hearing her confession. Father Domingo was likely to identify her voice and she didn't want him to know her sins.

She said the rosary, over and over trying to grasp it in spirit and transcend the plane of the flesh. She could do it, she thought to herself, as her mouth still mumbled her prayer. She stood taller and and took an interest in her soundings, people on the street and here a sidewalk cafe.

She took a seat and ordered an ice tea, from the waiter who when she looked up from the menu, had amazing large bulges in his tightly stuffed t-shirt and even white teeth. "Oh and big blue eyes," that flashed between her eyes and her other attributes.

She smiled at him, he smiled at her. She picked up the beads and began the rosary, blinking away her tears."

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

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[JackLuis]

Start with an edit.

Oh I was hoping you'd comment. I do so value your advice. Perhaps you would give us your rendition of "The Enemy in Your Pants"?

I'm sure a prodigious writer, like yourself, could give us all a startlingly exciting couple of paragraphs.