Inside an abandoned church in sit on daddys lap, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me sit on daddys lap for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “sit on daddys lap, hail sit on daddys lap, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “sit on daddys lap, sit on daddys lap, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “sit on daddys lap” prayers.