SIN IS PERVASIVE!

     YOU’VE BEEN MARKED. 

     ‘ what a silly question. ’ john dips in close, one hand taking grasp of sarah’s shoulder, the other gone chucking beneath her chin. ‘ has someone been spreading rumors? ’ there’s a gleam, here. there’s something in the depths of his eyes that almost hopes the answer is yes. (a scapegoat. a reason. something soft to bury his wrath inside of.) ‘ you know i do. ’ 

     tacked onto the tail of a long-suffering sigh, ‘ fine. hypothetically. ’ 

     john cranes his neck to get a glimpse of her, gives her a long, solid stare, then returns to his original position (flat on his back, hands against his belly, eyes skyward). ‘ no. ’ 

joseph please come get your wife

     pride. set on his upper chest, the letters will stand at least two inches tall. black ink, in a blackletter font. he’d do it all in one sitting. dennis is the biggest exemplar of pride john has worked on in years. in his mind, he needs to feel it. he needs to see it. he’ll take his time.

     he calls over his shoulder as an afterthought. ‘ next time. ’ 

what’s up you sexy, sexy sinners