#185075 - “You’re afraid?” God asked as she put her arms around me, “You’re afraid that Rachel will reject you?” “That’s all she’s done,” I said, a single tear rolling down my cheek, “test after test, I try to give her what she wants, and all she does is say no, and come crawling back to you. “You said she was half-way gone?” Jesus said with a firm slap on my scarlet ass, “Partially corrupted? Shouldn’t she already be yours?” “Yes!” I cried out, savoring his full hardness driving through my tender depths, “But she stemmed it!” “How did she do that?” Jesus asked, his slapping hands now sinking their fingers into the fat of my backside. I would have gladly dissuaded Rachel from playing God’s stupid game for free.