Paris Revival Secrets: A Sinful Tale of Deception and Desire The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Five: The Sunday Service Sunday, September 15th, 2013 – Paris, Texas The joyful noise bled through the walls of the tent—the home of the Paris Revival for Christ. I think they were an offshoot of the Pentecostals. My pa, a fire-and-brimstone Baptist preacher, never respected the Pentecostals. “They lack decorum, boy,” he would say. “No restraint. Always shoutin' and carryin' on like a bunch of hellbound fools.” And from what I've heard, the Revival for Christ makes regular Pentecostals seem as staid as any Baptist matron. The Revival met in a tent – large, striped red and yellow; the type of tent you'd see at a circus – pitched on an empty lot at the outskirts of town. Its been there for the last five years—an ugly eyesore to the expensive neighborhood built up the street. A sign out front read: Paris Revival for Christ Reverend Merrywether Roberts First Lady Happy Roberts I fixated on Happy Roberts name—the Reverend's prudish wife. She once tried to get me banned from the library for surfing some harmless porn. The prissy bitch didn't give one fig about my Constitutional rights to free speech in a public building. It was time to teach her a lesson. I gave my pecker a few strokes, picturing the look on her face as my slab of iron teaches her a lesson. Happy Roberts was horribly misnamed—I reckon she's never had a smile on her face before. Probably because of the stick up her ass. Maybe I could change that; pull that stick from her ass and replace it with my cock, and give her a nice, hard cum. I very much doubt even the world's greatest cum could put a smile on her face. I slipped into the canvas tent; the joyful noise washed over me like a heavy surf. There were maybe fifty or sixty people filling the tent, all standing up in a circle around the Reverend, who stood on a raised platform. He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song. They clapped and jumped and shook like the Holy Spirit was upon them. Some babbled incoherently. …but everything was about to change
