Remember to Breathe (Book One of the True Desires Series) Read Online Free
Author: A.G. Finas
Allie a little and yet makes her feel more guilty about what it is they are about to do. “This is ridiculous. We can't steal from a priest. Let's go. He probably doesn't even have a TV,” Allie whispers under her breath.
The priest cracks open the door. “Let me guess...proselytizers?” he asks. Allie and Gina exchange glances.
“ We're Jehova's Witnesses,” Allie says.
“Finally! Been getting bored with this Catholicism thing, so I decided long ago to let the first proselytizers to come to our door convert me. Congratulations!”
Allie and Gina laugh. “Welcome aboard,” Gina says, handing him a pamphlet.
“Great. Come on in then and lets celebrate with muffins. Wait. We Jehova's Witnesses can have muffins, right?”
“Yes,” the girls say in unison.
“Whew! That could have been a deal breaker.”
All the walking and theft and Jehova's Witness impersonating had left them starving. They were running on tequila shots and an apple that Allie had stolen from a bungalow and cut in two with a kitchen knife stolen from a duplex on a small cutting board taken from another bungalow.
He leads them down the long hallway and into a large, stately parlor. So much for that vow of poverty thing , Allie thinks.
“ Have a seat on the couch there and I'll get the muffins.”
As he goes into the kitchen, Allie and Gina spot the remote control on the coffee table at the same time. Allie grabs the remote and starts toward the door but Gina puts her hand out to stop her. “Wait.”
“Lets go! What are you doing?” Allie whispers.
“But I'm hungry,” Gina protests.
“No! We're going now!”
“Okay, okay!”
They run, trying to stifle their laughter as the scavenger hunt items rattle around the tote bag but as they approach the door, another young priest steps out of the coatroom, blocking their exit. Allie's heart pounds. I don't think I can hug my way out of this one.
“I'm sorry but we can't let you leave yet,” he says with a stern look in his eye.
Allie feels the little hairs on the back of her neck standing up. “What do you mean?”
He takes the stunned girls by the arm and escorts them back to the parlor. “Please, stay. Chat.”
“We're sorry, here's your remote,” Allie says numbly, taking the remote out of the tote bag. “This was just a scavenger hunt. Please just let us go. Please, ” Allie says as he sits them down. Gina is strangely reserved. She should have given him a piece of her mind or decked him by now. Why are we complying? Say something, Gina.
He pushes some buttons on the remote. The blinds close and the lights turn off, making the room completely black.
“You can't leave until you've tried our muffins.”
Suddenly, the room comes alive with throbbing electronic music and flashing lights. The priest who had first greeted them at the door jumps from out of nowhere onto the coffee table, thrusting his pelvis to the beat. The rest of the bachelorette party filters in from different rooms, screaming and surrounding Allie, who is doubled over in laughter. In a flash, The priest on the table tears away his pants, revealing a bulging leopard print codpiece which he thrusts at the faces of the gleeful girls. The girls rip off his shirt, exposing his athletic body.
He motions for Allie to stand up. He takes her hand and guides it over his hard, oiled torso, then down behind his codpiece. She jerks her hand away in horror, unaware that what she is feeling is his manhood with miniature muffins packed around it. He pulls a few out. Allie cringes as he feeds her one. Blueberry .
The priest who had accosted them at the door is now down to his codpiece and clerical collar too. And soon, two other men appear- one dressed as a fireman and the other as a milkman. The fireman has a toy fire extinguisher filled with tequila which he shoots into the girls' mouths. The
The priest cracks open the door. “Let me guess...proselytizers?” he asks. Allie and Gina exchange glances.
“ We're Jehova's Witnesses,” Allie says.
“Finally! Been getting bored with this Catholicism thing, so I decided long ago to let the first proselytizers to come to our door convert me. Congratulations!”
Allie and Gina laugh. “Welcome aboard,” Gina says, handing him a pamphlet.
“Great. Come on in then and lets celebrate with muffins. Wait. We Jehova's Witnesses can have muffins, right?”
“Yes,” the girls say in unison.
“Whew! That could have been a deal breaker.”
All the walking and theft and Jehova's Witness impersonating had left them starving. They were running on tequila shots and an apple that Allie had stolen from a bungalow and cut in two with a kitchen knife stolen from a duplex on a small cutting board taken from another bungalow.
He leads them down the long hallway and into a large, stately parlor. So much for that vow of poverty thing , Allie thinks.
“ Have a seat on the couch there and I'll get the muffins.”
As he goes into the kitchen, Allie and Gina spot the remote control on the coffee table at the same time. Allie grabs the remote and starts toward the door but Gina puts her hand out to stop her. “Wait.”
“Lets go! What are you doing?” Allie whispers.
“But I'm hungry,” Gina protests.
“No! We're going now!”
“Okay, okay!”
They run, trying to stifle their laughter as the scavenger hunt items rattle around the tote bag but as they approach the door, another young priest steps out of the coatroom, blocking their exit. Allie's heart pounds. I don't think I can hug my way out of this one.
“I'm sorry but we can't let you leave yet,” he says with a stern look in his eye.
Allie feels the little hairs on the back of her neck standing up. “What do you mean?”
He takes the stunned girls by the arm and escorts them back to the parlor. “Please, stay. Chat.”
“We're sorry, here's your remote,” Allie says numbly, taking the remote out of the tote bag. “This was just a scavenger hunt. Please just let us go. Please, ” Allie says as he sits them down. Gina is strangely reserved. She should have given him a piece of her mind or decked him by now. Why are we complying? Say something, Gina.
He pushes some buttons on the remote. The blinds close and the lights turn off, making the room completely black.
“You can't leave until you've tried our muffins.”
Suddenly, the room comes alive with throbbing electronic music and flashing lights. The priest who had first greeted them at the door jumps from out of nowhere onto the coffee table, thrusting his pelvis to the beat. The rest of the bachelorette party filters in from different rooms, screaming and surrounding Allie, who is doubled over in laughter. In a flash, The priest on the table tears away his pants, revealing a bulging leopard print codpiece which he thrusts at the faces of the gleeful girls. The girls rip off his shirt, exposing his athletic body.
He motions for Allie to stand up. He takes her hand and guides it over his hard, oiled torso, then down behind his codpiece. She jerks her hand away in horror, unaware that what she is feeling is his manhood with miniature muffins packed around it. He pulls a few out. Allie cringes as he feeds her one. Blueberry .
The priest who had accosted them at the door is now down to his codpiece and clerical collar too. And soon, two other men appear- one dressed as a fireman and the other as a milkman. The fireman has a toy fire extinguisher filled with tequila which he shoots into the girls' mouths. The
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