This is a fictional story of a young man who slept with a lady from Jehovah’s Witnesses.

She came to share the gospel with him but ended up smoking, drinking and having coitus with the stranger.

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"who be that?"

i asked authoritatively to whoever was behind, banging on my rickety wooden door on a cold wet wednesday.

"it's me rebecca. i have something for you".

"jaz in" i commanded

she came in, waving her hand through the thick grey smoke hovering all over my room the size of a match box.

i was on my second stick of well wrapped marijuana. my eyes half closed and my voice as thick as a mad man's dreadlocks.

"hello sir, my name is rebecca. can i have five minutes of your time? i came to share the goodnews of Jehovah"

"rebecca my name is chuks. please drop your umbrella behind the door and have a seat."

i stretched to reach the center table for the remote of my music player to turn down the volume of 2pac's "hit em up" blaring.

"what can i offer you?"
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