I knew I could pull the chicks. 

This holy water was the bees knees. 

Max had intercepted intel, ‘be prepared, retribution for mocking Islam.’ 

They were the Indonesian Mujahedeen Council, said Max, who brought in a box of weapons before the mass began. 

 ‘Set them up on the alter,’ he said,’ and when the thugs come to the party, distribute them to the followers of Billy Graham.’ 

 This was leading up to be a doozy. 

 ‘Kill two birds with one stone,’ said Max. 

 It’s true, our little stunt had drawn out the cell that had been underground for too long. 

 God bless you, I said, and anointed the followers with holy oil. 

 They were stunners. 

 They couldn’t speak a word of their mother tongue, were more comfortable in Bahasa and loved nothing more than fucking a visiting priest.

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