The church was full. A young woman with a wonderful figure, and not nearly enough clothes to hide it all, came in late. She strode down the center aisle, close to the front, and sat down.
It was plain to the preacher that he had lost all the men at this
service to this voluptuous beauty. He shook a fist at her and said, "You are the Jezebel the good book tells us about. You have captured the mind of every man in this building with evil thoughts.
But, I am a man of God! You don't affect me, and right now up in Heaven, you brazen woman, Saint Finger is shaking his Peter at you!"
It was plain to the preacher that he had lost all the men at this
service to this voluptuous beauty. He shook a fist at her and said, "You are the Jezebel the good book tells us about. You have captured the mind of every man in this building with evil thoughts.
But, I am a man of God! You don't affect me, and right now up in Heaven, you brazen woman, Saint Finger is shaking his Peter at you!"
