“What do we do now” said the leader. And he was the
leader and this is what his followers called him. The truth was that Bill had
not attended an alcoholics anonymous meeting but a meeting of the Almighty
Avengers, a fairly recent invention, the invention of a defrocked catholic
priest who was excommunicated from the church of Rome for being too
puritanical.
In Bill he now saw the chance to prove his teaching had the backing of God.
However due to an incident in the distant past, all a misunderstanding of
course involving a young monk and an aubergine he could not be left alone with
his new disciple, well that’s what the court
order said anyway. That left the leader with a dilemma. God had obviously put
the new disciple in their midst for a reason but if they let him go home alone
then he may not return. There was no way that he could let that happen. He
needed Bill and was not going to let him go. Turning to his congregation he
announced;
“The Lord is with us tonight. He has given us a sign
and a challenge. Who amongst you is ready for the Lords work? Who amongst you
will take it upon yourself to lift this wretched body on the floor before us
and take it into their care, nurture it and keep this tormented soul from the
path to depravity? Have any of you the strength to face this challenge?”. He
studied the faces in front of him and his heart sank. What he saw was a group
of people who liked the idea but remained to be convinced. With a leaden heart
he was about to instruct that the new disciple be placed in a taxi when a voice
rose from the assembled group.
“I will care for this straying lamb, his
destiny shall be mine and we will face the challenges together as one.” It was
the woman who Bill had sat beside in the meeting. The leader looked at her and
was a little unsure. Celia was a fairly recent recruit and advocated a more
militant strategy for the group than even the leader was comfortable with.
Looking around the leader could see that no one else would look after the lost
lamb so he quietly assented to Celia taking the new Disciple under her wing. It
was then that Celia found her first problem. She was a mature student at the University of Plymouth and lived in halls of residence
and there was no way that she could bring a source of evil into those pure and
blessed rooms. As the others left she lifted Bill to his chair and roused him
from his alcoholic stupor.
“Whaa? Who the fuc.. well hellllllo beautiful” he
dribbled. “I must have died and gone straight to heaven or else God is very
upset tonight as he has lost one of his angels. Lets go back to my place and make
sweet music.”
Bill was now fully awake and unaware that he stank of piss.
Celia
took his drunken chat up lines as a sign from God. Surely this pathetic
creature before her must be possessed by the Holy Spirit to be saying such
things through the veil of alcoholic stupor. She always thought that God had
chosen her for some great task but she never for a minute until now believed
that she was an angel. Not only had her true identity been established but her
destination for the night had been revealed so taking Bill under the arm she
followed his directions to the flat. When they got there his keys could not be
found anywhere even though he had her fumble in pockets on numerous occasions.
Eventually she decided to ring the bell and see what happened. One minute later
the door was opened by an attractive woman who took one look at Bill and
ushered them both inside out of the rain, even helping to half carry him up the
stairs. Harriet and Celia undressed Bill and both showered him and put him to
bed before returning to the sitting room where Hank had made coffee.
“Where did you find him then?” Asked Hank.
“Oh, he came to an AA meeting I was at and initially
he disgusted me but the leader explained that he needed our help and I
volunteered. He just needs someone to show him the error of his ways and help
him through this difficult time in his life. I am just glad that I am able to
help. The love in this home that I can feel should be of great benefit to him
also. I really think that we can help him through this.
Harriet
said that she was delighted that Bill had finally sought help for his problem
and that it was great that he had found someone willing to help him through
this crisis. Hank and her would of course do all that they could to help. She
had very little experience of this sort of thing but had just spent three years
in India
working in an orphanage where she had seen some terrible things, so she
explained there was not much that could shock her. She went on to explain one
of the worst experiences that she had faced. One day a local man in his mid
thirties turned up unannounced at the orphanage doors and asked if they would
take his five children into care. On further questioning it became evident that
the mans’ wife had left him for another man. More to
the point, for a man who had a penis. Intrigued the staff pushed for a further
explanation and were shocked by what they heard. Apparently the family had
fallen upon hard times and in order to keep the family together this man had
sold his penis to a private clinic in Delhi .
In turn the penis was exported to Europe where
it was used as a transplant or extension for some rich westerner. Well the
operation went well and the man was discharged from the clinic after twenty
four hours and used the money to buy a taxi. This in turn led to a upturn in
the family fortunes; they bought a bigger house and sent the children to
private school. The taxi business expanded rapidly and everything seemed fine.
But of course the good luck could not last forever. Whilst the wife enjoyed all
the material benefits that the sale of the penis brought she did miss the penis
itself. To this end she spent a fortune on very personal toys but found that
they were a poor substitute and so her mind wandered. It did not take a genius
to work out what happened next. One day at the market she saw a Fakir lying on
a bed of 12 inch nails and couldn’t help but
notice his ample appendage under his loin cloth. After 10 minutes of watching
it all became too much for her and she mounted the poor man there and then in
the market place. The stunned Fakir tried to get off the bed of nails but being
the skinny type and assailant being rotund in nature this proved impossible but still he struggled
on valiantly. The mans struggles only served to excite the lady further and so
she attacked the task with more vigour. By this stage a large crowd had
gathered to watch the impromptu show and were cheering her on in her exertions.
Now thoroughly enjoying herself she decided to place the fakir on top and in one
swift move stood up; lifted the poor man and threw herself on the bed whilst
still keeping the skeletal figure firmly in her embrace. This was a fatal move,
literally. On throwing herself onto the bed of nails she was instantly pierced
by over a thousand of them with more than sixty piercing vital organs. Death,
mercifully was swift and it could be argued that she died doing something that
she loved; if not someone who she loved. The poor man then had to sell all he
owned to compensate the Fakir and pay for the funeral costs and found himself
unable to look after his children, for whom he had sold his penis in the first
place.
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