[ WP ] God answers every time you call His name . Oftentimes , this is terribly inconvenient .

`` Here, get in the back.'' You climbed into the back seat of Olivia Danson's car, waiting for her to join you. She squeezed through the driver and passenger seat, over the center console. Her grin was illuminated by the yellow street lamps guarding the perimeter of your university's library parking lot. 
 
 Two a.m. A bit of a buzz. She unbuttoned her shirt, pulled her bra off. Her tits swung heavy as she pulled your pants off, grabbed the base of your erection and dropped her head. 
 
 `` Oh god,'' you moaned. 
 
 With a bang, a bit like a firecracker, God appeared in the front seat. Olivia shrieked and sat up, grabbing her shirt. 
 
 `` You call-you've got to be kidding me. Again? We talked about this.'' 
 
 `` God, come on. You ca n't just keep popping in on me like this. Jesus.'' 
 
 Another bang. Jesus appeared in the driver's seat. `` What's up, dad. Oh, hey Sam. Again?'' 
 
 `` Jesus, I'll deal with this.'' God said sternly, twisting back to glare at you. His beard glows. It's kinda weird. `` This whole fornicating thing has GOT to STOP.'' 
 
 `` Is that Olivia? Dude. Olivia. I have n't seen you since you were ten. You've grown up.'' Jesus brushed hair out of his eyes. God shot him a look. Olivia was shaking, arms crossed over her chest. You realized you were still panstless.
