[Quick tips in slow motion.]
Done deed.
"Fuck," jumps O'Hara in the air: "move aside!" he shouts at girl's shocked and bulging eyes. She was with mister Pitt's six pack just a moment back and this old fart ruined her wish of slow and peaceful awakening.
Only after setting a foot on the public bus, he noticed that his Bible was left all by itself in brothel, while his nose receiving cunnilingus smell from his mouth.
Mumbling guards are checking their watches, "Where the hell is that goddamned priest!" O'Hara falls inside to see all men in uniforms and already on their positions. His face is red from running late.
Sitting man starts shaking. Soul of the prisoner burning out into stinking smoke for all gathered around to observe, to smell. Bibleless priest reaches into side pocket of coat not moving his gaze from the nasty event.
What O'Hara picked up and raised under his nose to kiss, was not a holy cross but a slimy reminder of last night with a tag underneath: please, return my favorite toy to me, xoxoxo ~miss Bambi. Fortunately no-one wanted to miss the shocking scene and the sinner remained unnoticed.
