“Welcome
gentlemen,” a man clad in head-to-toe white said from behind his lectern.
“Thank you for taking your seats, as I would like to begin.”
Approximately thirty men, all dressed in the same standard issue blue hospital gowns, were seated on uncomfortable plastic chairs in an otherwise white-walled non-descript room.
Approximately thirty men, all dressed in the same standard issue blue hospital gowns, were seated on uncomfortable plastic chairs in an otherwise white-walled non-descript room.
“Let’s
start by acknowledging that you all know why each and every one of you is
here,” the man suggested. “Your ‘devil-may-care’ attitudes, failing to heed
your doctors’ advice, resulted in your being seated before me.”
All of the
men’s heads bobbed up and down in begrudging unison, accepting that their
nonchalance and reckless behaviour had borne the consequences of which they
were warned. Each man knew that their respectively poor impulse control had led
them down the garden path of temptation, allowing themselves to eat from Eve’s
forbidden fruit, when they should have followed strictly their physicians’
advice to a tee.
“How many
of you had cardiac bypass surgery?” the man asked.
Approximately,
twenty hands shot up in the air.
“And, how
many of you had a heart attack?” the man queried.
The
remaining ten hands flew up.
“How many
of you are married?” the man pressed.
Every hand
was raised.
“Finally,
how many of you have a little something on the side?” the man asked.
Knowing
glances of shame bounced around the room, as the collective group of men’s eyes
was lowered in false humility, providing the man at the lectern with the answer
he already knew.
“So, this
then begs the question as to why all of you married men, with life-threatening
heart conditions, thought it wise to disregard the stern warnings you all got
from your doctors, and went ahead and had sex with your mistresses before you
had been given the green light to have sex with your wives?” the man asked.
“But, I was
already able to climb two flights of stairs briskly and even waited eight weeks
before I made love to my girlfriend. I even used the recommended reverse
cowgirl position with pillows to make it less strenuous for me!” one man cried.
“Why should it matter who the vagina belonged to?”
“While I
didn’t wait the recommended eight weeks or climb any stairs, all I did was let
a hooker give me a five minute blowjob,” another man added.
“The point
is that sex with a woman other than your wife after a cardiac event, is more
dangerous than sexual relations with your wife,” the man at the lectern stated.
“You were warned that that if you engaged in illicit sex further cardiac
occurrences would likely occur. And, now you’re all DEAD!”
“This isn’t
fair,” another man shouted.
“This is Purgatory. I don’t deal with fair, I just deal with who is going to Heaven and who is going on down to Hell,” the man at the lectern stated.
“This is Purgatory. I don’t deal with fair, I just deal with who is going to Heaven and who is going on down to Hell,” the man at the lectern stated.
The other
men decided to invoke their right to remain silent so as to avoid a trip to
Hades. Their collective failure to keep their respective peckers in their pants
had cost them their lives. They knew that they were told to wait six to eight
weeks after they had experienced their respective heart troubles before having
sex with only their wives. They knew they had to be able to briskly climb two
flights of stairs without breaking a sweat before even picturing their wives
naked. They were even told that their first sexual encounters with their wives
should only involve kissing and light petting. Yet, they had all dismissed
these warnings as puritanical attempts to keep them on the straight and narrow,
each having figured that since they were seasoned sexual game players, their
hearts could handle some sex of the non-marital variety.
“I respect
that my doctor advised me to stay away from my mistress, but we’ve been
together for ten years, so she’s like a wife. And, my real wife was too scared
to have sex with me for fear of breaking my heart,” a man offered. “What was I
supposed to do?”
“So,
instead you broke hers?” the man at the lectern asked rhetorically.
“My wife
just inherited eight million large as a result of my untimely death. Her heart
ain’t broken,” the same man advised.
“Nice
attitude,” the man at the lectern replied. “But, then what of your mistress’
heart? You don’t think she feels horrible that her vagina is what caused you to
kick the bucket?”
“Maybe, but
what a way to go!” the man laughed high-fiving the man seated to his left. The
other men all shouted out cheers of support.
“Well that
delightful attitude just bought you a first-class one-way ticket to Hell,” the
man at the lectern advised. Two flying monkeys with flaming wings plucked the
man from his seat to transport him to Hell for an eternal visit with Satan.
“Since you all find illicit sex to be so gratifying, let me tell you what Satan
has in store for you. Your raunchy road to Hell under Satan’s watchful eye does
not mean a hedonistic adventure with any young lady you want. No, instead you
get to spend the first thousand years or so in your new residence as the sodomy
bitches for some of the nastiest dictators of all time, including Hitler,
Stalin, Pol Pot and Idi Amin. The next thousand years will be celibate ones,
and only if Satan takes a liking to you, will he then allow to you cavort in
his version of the Garden of Eden, which is similar to the Hedonsim resort in Negril,
Jamaica.”
The fraternity of remaining philanderers quickly fell to their knees in dynamic acts of prayer and contrition, begging to be forgiven for their transgressions.
The fraternity of remaining philanderers quickly fell to their knees in dynamic acts of prayer and contrition, begging to be forgiven for their transgressions.
“Pray
hard!” the man at the lectern instructed. “At this point, vigorous exercise can
only help you. Otherwise, when in Hell steer clear of Genghis Khan, as he likes
to use swords during his sex play!”
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Naomi Elana Zener. All Rights Reserved.