With the backseat of their car filled with the Heavenly spirit of the two nuns, instead giving them a lift to the gas station to buy gas, Tyrone and Jules gave them a ride to Hell.
In the way that some black men are attracted to some white woman, Jules and Tyrone were attracted to these women. In the way that some men are sexually twisted to have a peculiar sexual fetish for nuns, Jules and Tyrone had such a fetish for nuns. In addition to all of the other violent crimes they've done, with both men sexual predators, their names were on the sexual offenders' registry for sexual offenses. Now at the right time and right place for them and the wrong time and wrong place for the nuns, upon seeing them, they had an immediate sexual attraction for the two women not only because they were attractive, white females but also because they were nuns.
With virginity a highly cherished quality to some men, more to some than to others, but especially to Jules and Tyrone, the nuns, of course, were virgins. Something so elusively rare but highly sought after in their neighborhood where young women were routinely getting pregnant at too young of an age, being that neither of the men have ever experienced a virgin before, Jules and Tyrone had a fondness for virgins. If it wasn't enough that they were white, if it wasn't enough that they were nuns, and if it wasn't enough that they were virgins, Jules and Tyrone hit the jackpot with these two victims.
Since the women were married to God, certainly more of an issue for the nuns than it was for them, Jules and Tyrone had more of an allegiance to the Devil than they did to God. Ripe for the opportunity, as if God handed them the two Sisters for them to take sexual advantage of, they had no conscience, no guilt, and no remorse in their decision to strip them naked and to have sex with them. Something that only happens in men's sexual fantasies, here it was about to happen in real life. Oh the inhumanity of it all. How dare they deflower two innocent nuns?
Driving upon them by happenstance, a serendipitous circumstance for the two criminals but an unfortunate occasion for two women of God, they saw their car, a new, snow white Buick, parked by the side of the road with the hood up and the flashers flashing. No one, not even the police, except for those lowlifes looking for trouble, were out and about at this ungodly hour, especially in this neighborhood. The other side of town, this was where the very bad people lived. This is where no white people went unless they were crazy, suicidal, and/or packing an arsenal of assault weapons to defend themselves from the evil that would surely befall them.
"What happened Sisters? Do you need some help?" Tyrone stopped his car for Jules to talk to the nuns from out of his lowered passenger side, car window.
"I think we're out of gas," said Sister Mary Elizabeth sweetly smiling as if she was greeting someone infirmed in the hospital.
Looking much like a younger version of Catherine Zeta Jones before she got as heavy as she is crazy, she looked so adorable in her nun's habit that anyone seeing her would just want to hold her before kissing her. A taller, shapelier, and much prettier version of Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, her black habit complimented her good looks by highlighting her big, green eyes in the way of that picture frame accents a photo. Devoted to God and never passing along her perfect genes to bear a child, it was such a waste for a woman so beautiful to be a nun. Not fair. When there aren't enough beautiful women to go around, why would she want to be a nun when there are plenty of short, stout, angry women with mustaches, women who preferred licking to sucking, to be nuns?
"We were busy talking and went right by the gas station," said Sister Katherine with a little laugh. "Kind enough to give us the use of his car, we forgot that Father Thomas had told us to buy gas before setting off on our journey. With the help of God, we made it all the way there but ran out of gas on our return trip."
"I have a gas can in my trunk," said Ty. "We can give you a lift to the gas station and back," he said giving Jules the wise guy eye. "You'll be on your back to the convent before you can say, thank you Jesus."
"Praise the Lord, the answer to our prayers," said Sister Mary Elizabeth smiling and clasping her hands together before signing herself while looking from Jules to look at her friend. "That's so very Christian of you. Thank you kind Sirs. We humbly accept your offer of a ride."
"Yes, thank you. We'd love a ride," said Sister Katherine. "It's too far to walk. Actually, we don't even know where we are," she said looking around at the dilapidated buildings, smashed windows, abandoned cars, and burnt out hovels.
Dumped appliances, mattresses, and old tired dotted the landscape on this side of town in the way that trees, rose bushes, and white picket fences landscaped the scenery on the other side of town. Judging one side of town to the other, one would never think that this wasn't the same city or country even. When we give so much financial aid to other countries that spit in our faces rather than taking care of our own first, how can such poverty happen in the greatest country in the world? The United States of America is a country so rich that every politician who comes to Washington as a poor man or woman leaves as a millionaire and those multi-millionaires who take the oath of office to serve the public as public servants leave as billionaires. Where is the fairness that our civil servants should be able to amass so much wealth while the rest of us have so little money?
With all of the unsavory characters lurking about in the shadows, if the Sisters thought that they were being watched, they wouldn't be mistaken as a multitude of eyes were upon them just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. Only happening upon the opportunity to bag a couple of nuns before any else, the kings of their inner city jungle, Jules and Tyrone, pounced first. As if lions with their kill, with the rest lying in wait in the way of jackals, they weren't willing to share and no one dared interfere with what they were doing until they abandoned the nuns to fend for themselves. Yet knowing better than to leave two innocent nuns at the mercy of the bad men who endured and survived in this bad neighborhood, they didn't leave them but took them with them. If anything, they were doing the nuns a valuable service and a genuine favor by giving them a ride, even if it was a journey to Hell instead of a ride to Heaven.
Closing the hood and locking and alarming the car, the car would be safe there, now that the others had seen Jules and Tyrone taking care to protect the Buick from being vandalized and/or stolen. Too oblivious to know, if only the Sisters knew what was about to happen to them, taking their chances in this deserted, dangerous neighborhood, they never would have accepted a ride. Instead of Sister Katherine saying that she'd love a ride, she may as well said, I'd love to be stripped naked and forced to suck you before you fuck me. Only, too innocent to know and too trusting of everyone to even consider that violent outcome, no doubt, they thought that God would protect them. Truth be told, they shouldn't have been left alone to go out and about in this neighborhood without an armed guard packing more than just a Bible, a cross, and blind faith.
Oh dear God, if only they had heeded Father Thomas' advice and bought gas before leaving, none of this would have happened. Ignoring their GPS, if only they had stayed on the main highway instead of taking the back road home because of rush hour traffic, they would have been helped already by the police or by a Good Samaritan. If only they knew where they were and hadn't gotten lost, they may have made it home with the gasoline they had. In this hour of their need, only Jesus could help them now but, obviously, too busy with other things, they were left to the diabolical pleasures of Jules and Tyrone.
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Never intending to take them to buy gas, they had a different agenda on their minds. Driving right by the gas station, Jules and Tyrone took the nuns to an abandoned house. After the housing crash, there were lots of abandoned houses in their neighborhood, too many empty buildings for the police to check. Knowing the neighborhood well, Jules and Tyrone knew exactly where to take the Sisters so as not to be disturbed. As ironical as it was funny, they took the nuns to a house that was right across from the front of the police station. With the cops always in the back of the station, by the donut shop drinking their coffee and eating their donuts, Jules and Tyrone knew they could do their dirty business without being disturbed or even noticed.
"Where are we going?" Sister Mary Elizabeth leaned forward in her seat as if to talk to another nun over the pew in church at mass. "Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me," she said thrice when he didn't answer her. As if she was Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory situation comedy show, she tapped Jules on the shoulder as if he was being bad in class. "Where are you taking us?"
"You've past several gas stations already," said Sister Katherine smiling contently while looking out her window and obviously enjoying the scenic ride. "If you're concerned about the gas prices, don't worry. We have enough money for gas. Father Thomas gave us his credit card."
"Don't be such an idiot, you stupid bitch," said Sister Mary panicking and staring at her friend as if she was the Devil in disguise of a Nun.
As if she was suddenly possessed by the Devil's dirty deeds instead of filled by God's good graces and indeed she was, she looked frightened. Obviously imagining the bad things that Jules and Tyrone were about to do to her and her friend's innocent, virginal bodies, she appeared panic-stricken. Ready to take a leap of faith and looking as if she was ready to jump from the car, she may have if the car had been a four door instead of a two door.
