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  Lucas and Christian stood at the gates of Sodom. It was three days before the city was plucked off the map by the hand of God. They weren’t trying to go against His will. They weren’t renegades. Lucas brushed the dust from his wing.

  “I’m going, with or without you,” he sang at Christian. With that, he started into the city.

  Lucas stood in the doorway. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Men, women, and God-knows-what else laying together. He was repulsed and interested. His body pulled him into the room, and immediately he was sucked into the orgy. He pulled, tore, and scratched in an attempt to get away, but his scratching turned to rubbing and prodding. Every muscle in his body tensed and pulsed in the pile of sex.

  Christian saw the lightning coming from the west. He could hear the sin going on inside the city, and he knew Lucas was in the middle of it all. Lucas came stumbling towards the gates. He smelled of sweat and sin. As soon as he reached the gates, his throat closed and he fell over choking. He was doubled over trying to cough his throat open, it wasn’t working. Christian watched as Lucas struggled. He writhed on the ground, as his wings were torn from his back. As if that pain weren’t enough, his head was ripped from his neck. Christian knelt in the dirt cradling Lucas’s head.

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  “Ed’s wife called me that morning, after Lizzy had left. She invited me over for lunch with Neil and Mike’s wife. I accepted. Around noon, I walked over to Ed’s,” I paused to clear my throat.

  The lights were burning through the dark glasses. I was sweating so much I thought the cheap, black wig was going to wash away.

  “When I arrived, the front door was unlocked and there was a note telling me to come in. I stepped into the doorway of the living room. I could see Ed’s wife sitting on the couch. She jumped up as soon as she heard me behind her. She was completely naked.” The crowd let out a long sigh, and then settled back.

  “She walked around to the back of the couch and stood directly in front of me. Her body was muscular and firm. She knelt down on her knees, and started to unbuckle my belt. Over her head, I could see Mike and Neil’s wives on the couch, kissing. Their bodies were tied together in sex,” there was no immediate reaction to my pause. The crowd sat, riveted. “We all piled together on the floor, and had repeated orgasms all afternoon.”

  I could still feel that afternoon as I told the story. I could feel each one of the women’s bodies rubbing against mine. Their soft curves fit my hands perfectly. I could feel my hands searching, and my fingers prodding every open orifice. The women would moan softly when I found a sensitive spot, and squeal when my tongue finally got there. I could feel the hot breath of Ed’s wife on my cock, and the wet warmth of her saliva washing the lipstick from her lips. Our four bodies rhythmically pounded together on Ed’s carpet. I could feel the pulsing of all our muscles contracting and releasing in orgasm. As soon as we all caught our breath, it would start all over again. There were no partners, no husbands, no wives, only a sweating, pulsing pile of sex. Finally, there was one long moan of excitement. All the muscles in the pile tensed and released for the final time. The pile fell into peices in the middle of Ed’s living room.

  “We knew it was getting to be that time, so we put on our clothes, kissed good-bye, and went home,” The crowd was completely stunned. They had no idea how to react.

  Thank God for the red, flashing applause sign. As they clapped and the commercials rolled, I sat with a sharp pain in my neck. I tried to cough it away, but it didn’t work. I ran my fingers across the scar around my neck. I can still feel Lizzy’s knife as it slides around my throat.

  The cameras all come back on, and the host is seated on a stool ready to give his final thought.

  “Today we looked at women out for retribution from their cheating husbands. Today’s guests were extreme examples. These women all let their emotions get the best of them, and viciously attacked their husbands, sometimes scarring or maiming them for life. But, do these men not deserve some sort of punishment for their gallivanting.”

  He looked over to the panel, “I want to thank all my guests for being here today.” Then, he turned solemnly back to the main camera, “and remember, be good to one another.”

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