Post by MARY ANNE SPENCER on Jun 30, 2012 22:50:59 GMT -5
Honestly, Mary Anne had just been going along her way. Everything had been perfectly fine. She had been just one more person on the streets in the late afternoon after grabbing herself an iced coffee to brighten up her day and take the bite off some of the heat of the day.It had been truly a bang up day until she'd decided to cut through Times Square to shave a little time off her commute.
That was mistake number one. She should never, EVER, under ANY circumstances have cut through such a place of filth and destitution.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She simply hadn't been thinking, that was what was wrong with her. Her mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of her lovely love interest, Mister Jack Solomon, and it had clouded her judgement. She had been taken away from the task at hand and had consequently dragged herself into this hellish place of fornication and filth.
Not only was this hideous place the home of the so called 'naked cowboy' and 'naked cowgirl,' but it also served as some sort of Mecca for all the wretched life forms that flocked to the city. For some reason, everybody, just EVERYBODY, had to come to this wretched little section of the city. Mary Anne derisively referred to it as "Sex Square" due to the unprecedented number of events that took place there having to do with overtly sexual topics. One day she had walked by and saw, to her horror, countless HUNDREDS of men and women doing YOGA, scantily clad and twisting their bodies into awfully revealing positions. It had been an outrage!
Mary Anne tried to keep her eyes down and only focus on where she had to go. She would be through this hell in just a few moments. She just had to focus and not get distracted by the horrific sights that would surely be flashed at her. The Lord would preserve her, as He always had.
Mary Anne was almost through, she was ALMOST through, when her eyes were captured by some horribly graphic advertisement. Just like Lot's wife, whoe FOOLISHLY looked back on her burning city of heathen destruction, Mary Anne felt her whole body go rigid, as though she too had been turned to nothing more than a pillar of salt.
It was monstrous! It was heathen! It was... a giant advertisment graphically displaying a pregnancy prevention device of the latex variety! How could they EVER display rubbers so prominently, directly in the eyes of children?! The youth would be corrupted!
Mary Anne was captivated by horror and shame, and could do no more than stand there, shaking with rage at the sight of the awful installment.
That was mistake number one. She should never, EVER, under ANY circumstances have cut through such a place of filth and destitution.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She simply hadn't been thinking, that was what was wrong with her. Her mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of her lovely love interest, Mister Jack Solomon, and it had clouded her judgement. She had been taken away from the task at hand and had consequently dragged herself into this hellish place of fornication and filth.
Not only was this hideous place the home of the so called 'naked cowboy' and 'naked cowgirl,' but it also served as some sort of Mecca for all the wretched life forms that flocked to the city. For some reason, everybody, just EVERYBODY, had to come to this wretched little section of the city. Mary Anne derisively referred to it as "Sex Square" due to the unprecedented number of events that took place there having to do with overtly sexual topics. One day she had walked by and saw, to her horror, countless HUNDREDS of men and women doing YOGA, scantily clad and twisting their bodies into awfully revealing positions. It had been an outrage!
Mary Anne tried to keep her eyes down and only focus on where she had to go. She would be through this hell in just a few moments. She just had to focus and not get distracted by the horrific sights that would surely be flashed at her. The Lord would preserve her, as He always had.
Mary Anne was almost through, she was ALMOST through, when her eyes were captured by some horribly graphic advertisement. Just like Lot's wife, whoe FOOLISHLY looked back on her burning city of heathen destruction, Mary Anne felt her whole body go rigid, as though she too had been turned to nothing more than a pillar of salt.
It was monstrous! It was heathen! It was... a giant advertisment graphically displaying a pregnancy prevention device of the latex variety! How could they EVER display rubbers so prominently, directly in the eyes of children?! The youth would be corrupted!
Mary Anne was captivated by horror and shame, and could do no more than stand there, shaking with rage at the sight of the awful installment.
