Highway to Hell by way of the Silk Road

Summer Bloom Silk Satin

Today, I interviewed a Baptist Pastor.  For my day job.  This actually has nothing to do with silk, but the encounter was so startling, I forgot my own phone number, and so it should be recognized. I could literally feel the hell fire and damnation pouring from his fingertips as we shook hands and I thought the flesh would melt from my face for having the audacity to enter The House Of God while living in a state of sin with my boyfriend.  I told same boyfriend I might have to take up a side gig as a prostitute just

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