Miller Newton angrily hung up the telephone. "Those fuckheads keep calling and talking about Straight and KIDS!!!!" he screamed to Ruthie, who sat quietly, nodding sympathetically as she flipped through the latest issue of Animal Lover--the magazine for beastiality enthusiasts.
"Well, Dear, we've just got to apply our Serenity Prayer and accept that we can't change....." said Ruthie.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RUTH ANN! Don't hand me any of that program bullshit! I INVENTED that shit, and I know it DOESN'T WORK!!! You know as well as I do that it was just part of the scam to help me get rich and famous by fucking up kids' lives!! Goddamn, you can be so fucking stupid sometimes!!!" he yelled as he reached into his desk drawer for a bottle of whiskey. He tilted his head back and took a deep pull off of the bottle, capped it , and put it back in his desk drawer. "Ahh, much better! Now go get my priest robes, Ruth Ann, I want to masturbate in the chapel."
"As you wish, Dear" replied Ruth Ann, shuffling out of the church office to retrieve Miller Newton's priest robes.
Miller Newton sat sullenly, thinking about the many crank phone calls he had been receiving. Calls from former clients of Straight, Inc., and KIDS, all of whom were angry, some of whom were threatening, and some who were just plain nuts. "Goddamn that sonofabitch who keeps posting my phone number---every fucking minute I spend on the phone with some disgruntled ex-client is a minute I'm not torturing or brainwashing a kid" he thought to himself. He reached in his desk and got out the bottle of whiskey again, took an enormous swallow from it, and left it on his desk. He sat there, inwardly cursing the assholes who had led to his downfall. Once a respected innovater in the field of mass child abuse, he was now a pale shadow of his former self. The lawsuits, the protests, the late-night phone calls--all of them had taken their toll on him. He needed to do something to restore his former vigor, something that would satisfy his yearnings to be a respected and powerful guru once again. Sure, he still commanded the loyalty of a small group of followers, but that was nothing compared to the glory he reveled in as Clinical Director of Straight, Inc., and later, KIDS of North Jersey. Being a small-time priest, though it did have its perks, was nothing compared to the sheer power over the lives of others that he once weilded. It just wasn't the same.
Ruthie entered the office, carrying his priest costume on a hanger, handed it to Miller, and departed silently. Miller put on his robes, after removing his suit, and took another pull off the bottle on his desk, draining it. He walked out of his office, through the hallway, and entered the church sanctuary, where he saw Ruthie and a small number of followers kneeling in prayer. "Those stupid fucks" he thought contemptuously as he walked up to the podium, giving a glance around the sanctuary to see if any new faces had appeared for this service. Not noticing anyone other than his wife and disciples, he cleared his throat and began speaking to his tiny flock. "Let us begin", he intoned, looking directly into the eyes of his congregants. Ruth Ann rose from her pew, walked to the back of the chapel, grabbed a votive candle, and lit it. She walked toward the pulpit, holding the lit candle aloft as the sound of the voices of Newton's followers began to chant in unison, "Guide us, O Great Father Cassian, guide us along the path of Thy wisdom...."
Ruthie reached the front of the chapel, still carrying the candle, as Miller Newton turned around and pulled up his priest robes, revealing his wrinkled, pimply old ass to the congregants. He bent forward, and Ruthie, as she had done so many times before, inserted the votive candle into his ass. The congregants rose, one by one, and came forward to kiss his ass, a few smiling in ecstasy as drops of wax fell onto their faces. As the final parishoner rerturned to his pew, Ruthie removed the candle from Miller's anus, and placed the shit-stained end of it into her mouth, licking her lips afterwards. She smiled peacefully as Miller Newton began to reach under his robe toward his groin, hoping to stimulate himself toward an erection. The parishoners watched silently as he did this, as Ruthie began passing the collection plate to receive "love offerings" from them. Passing the plate around several times, some congregants placed checks, cash or coins in it, others placed notorized letters giving Miller Newton custody of their children, still another placed nude pictures of himself and NAMBLA literature in it. Seeing the NAMBLA literature in the offering plate, a wave of inspiration flooded Miller Newton. He smiled to himself as he once again cleared his throat and began to give a sermon........
(to be continued)
