-1Bart

"Okay Jessica, that's enough, get off my dick, I said get off bitch,"

"Oh I'm sorry Bart, it's just my dad has gotten really strict, I'm having sex withdrawal symptoms," No idea what sex withdrawal symptoms are but I got a hot bitch wanting to fuck me… why am I complaining? I mean it was rare that she was on top of me, playing with my penis in a violent way but it's not like I didn't like it like that.

"well in that case keep fucking me just don't hurt my pebble," She looked sad, it wasn't her usually happy self and that bothered me. I pushed her off of me and threw away the condom that was starting to leak sperm onto my sheets.

"Are you okay Jess?"

"It's just my dad has been getting stricter and has been enforcing the bible and it's rules,"

"I see… and?"

"Well I just wonder if hell is real, I wonder if all the things in the bible are real… I wonder if I'm going to hell," The last bit she said had a more sorrowful tone than I have ever her put on before. Jessica is pretty, even if she is no Alex but I always thought of her as a slut that you can fuck without bothering to have a relationship with. No I'm seeing her more as… a friend…. I wish I could do shit like this with Alex.

"Too be honest, I think you might be going somewhere…. Maybe your right,"

"Really?"

"Yeah… this town has fallen into so much sin in the past few years it's unimaginable… till it happened of cause,"

"You know Bart, you not as stupid as you always look and acted," We both get dressed, I don't even help her do up her bra. I wonder if it's true that God forgives all, this town has sinned so much and if the bible isn't another fiction book then I don't want to see my friends and family in hell… except Lisa. Jessica lets herself out as I wonder if this is the end of my erotic adventures with countless amounts of woman. My cell phone suddenly rings and I see that it is Ned Flanders. He still has my number? But why… he doesn't even live in Springfield anymore.

"Hello…"

"Oh hey Bart and a top of the morning to yah…"

"Uhh it's like 5 in the afternoon,"

"So it is. Anyways, tell your papa to contact me, I haven't been able to get a hold of him and for some reason you phone is engaged,"

"Oh… we only got dial up and Maggie is on the computer all the time,"

"I see, well me and my family want to pop in some time this week,"

"Your in Springfield?"

"Yesarino," We got to move, we need to hide for the time being… I hope there is enough food in the bomb shelter.

Alex

The thoughts I'm having… they are so impure. I am one of the less sinful people in this town but my dreams, my thoughts… they are all sick. I dreamt of touching and holding him again but he such a demon spore I don't think I could ever do it if I'm not willing to have my rip heart broken into a million pieces. But in another frame of mind I could get fucked into a million pieces. I bet that's how it would feel to have the rough manliness of Bart Simpson on top of me pounding and ripping at my breasts. Touching and fingering all the holes a girl has. His hard rock body gripping me tightly while thrusting violently. His sweet lips forcing mine open while our tongues fight like too vicious snakes.

"Reverend, I am sorry but I am finding it ever harder to live in this town with it's vulgarism,"

"I see Alex, I too have to admit I was tempted into sins, Satan's is nice and tempting, even the strongest of men give in to temptations that are offered in this town but unless if you want to go to hell you must change. I have changed and I plan to make the town a better place, I am done with having threesomes with my wife and daughter. My acts of adultery have left me feeling shallow and I don't care that my wife told me too do it and that she is perfectly ok with it,"

"Mr Lovejoy, I want to help change the town, I want to help change Bart.."

"Come again? Did you say change Bart?"

"No…I said change Mart, I meant the Q-wikee Mart, it's become quiet sinful in it's products,"

"Yes it has… Extra-thin condoms, you weren't so useful when you broke into pieces and I inserted sperm into my darling daughter,"

"Right…."

"Well I'm busy, I got a lot of work too do, I am temporarily closing the church so here's my home number,"

"Your closing the church? You can't close the house of God,"

"I know it's wrong, but I can't have the house of God exposed to the raw sex and drugs. Plus I need to get the graffiti off of the walls and fix some things that ruthless people have broken,"

"Oh… okay," Reverend Lovejoy looks a little worn out, his pretty jet black hair had hints of gray. He was seemingly fading into a stressful insane person. If he continues with all this pressure than I'm sure he will develop some kind of mental illness. I hope it's Bipolar or schizophrenia.

"Hey Mr Lovejoy, do you mind if I help you out?"

"….?"

"I mean you look really stressed out and I want to cleanse the town of it's sin,"

"You are a really sweet and innocent girl but I already got the Flanders' help. Although I don't see how an extra hand could do any harm,"

"Yay!! Well thank you!" I walk out of the room and enter the church. Mr Lovejoy was right, it's a mess… people in broad daylight are doing illegal drugs, having kinky sex and listening to Britney Spears. This town is evil, way too evil.