The Green Belle’s crew having shown the local population what hell might look like, the ship stayed safely moored in the harbor. Bob had struck up an affectionate relationship with the lonely sister. Seeing monsters rebuild the church bathed in the glowing full moon’s light she could think she had died but she couldn’t decide whether she’d been sent to heaven or hell. The fuzzy paws holding her were real; furry and warm and bringing it to her trembling lips kissed the soft pad. “You see, I told you god had not abandoned you,” he purred nuzzling his cold nose in her ear.
“You are diablo, Roberto. I ‘ave never met such a cat.”
She was letting him feel beneath her loose fitting habit as the moon waned and a powdery blue dawn began to show at the window. She thought he’d burst into flames in the sun’s golden rays. That was her sole excuse for letting him have his way. She thought all black cats disappeared at dawn.
“You have me mistaken, my dear,” he said removing a cigarette from the gold case. “I’m not from around here. I come from a line that goes farther back than I care to elucidate right now. Needless to say I was here before you came and I’ll be around long after you’re gone.”
She fell back, her poorly stitched bloomers torn open at the seams.
“You used me!”
“Let’s say we used each other. Straighten yourself and we’ll go over to the hotel and see about the early morning catch.”  
Her eyes filled with uncontrollable tears. He sat beside her stroking her cheek. “Now now Ramera. You’ll find your virginity intact. You haven’t lost a thing.”
“You mean...I have not sold my soul?”
Bob stood quickly, “I never said that. I have a shipmate, Bonnie whose prayers are very effective. You could learn a thing or two.”
“She is a believer?” simpered the sole sister of Santa Santa.
“Do you think you’re the only Christian in the world? Where were you born?”
She left the bed, resolved that her soul was permanently stained if not stolen. Taking the cigarette from his paw she reflected,
“I was born here in Tierre Firme. I was an orphan raised from infancy by the Hemeras of Iglesia de Santa Papá Noel. Eventually they all grew old and died off one by one. I am the last Hemera; the last member of the parish. I alone am the body of Christ.” She began to weep again and leading her back on her feet to the tousled bed, Bob once again made love to her the sun glowing brilliantly in the sky. She wasn’t alone. She had the sun and the ******* cat on top of her. Bob grabbing the half empty bottle of tequila from the stand guzzled. Ramera snatching the bottle from him sat up swigging until the bottle was empty, hurling it crashing against the adobe wall.
“I am a miserable sinner! ******* me, Roberto! God’s wants me to be punished!” she cried sternly, turning and raising her rear to him. “Selah! Selah!” she shouted, black felt habit thrown over her head her narrow bottom pummeled inside out by the cat’s thorny *****.