On Sunday mornings,she would clap her hands  and call on Jesus in Holy joy in church.But selfishness fueld her spirit,this nubile looking princess,who denied  within lust.Yet allowed the daugher of her youth to ride waves of fleshly passion in the bedroom and  moan  loudly next door.Soon,the call to Jesus within her grew faint and she rose up from prayerful knees ,went out into the world again.Casting aside the Savior for white wine and reggae music.And eat the stale apple  pie of indifference with a side order of meat and potatoes of sin.