There was once an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had three dogs and with her lust for a husband, she did not know what to do. She had a husband but was never thankful, She treated him and all men like chattel or a GI Joe doll with anger as seedy and rough as roadside gravel. Her first husband was a mason; suspicious of his wife and any young Christian man in their church. it just that as a Mason he was told to commit adultery and to take anyone with whom he felt inspired to flirt. Failing to repent from that habit, he accused everyone of being like him. Every decision was about lust, not purpose, and acting on the passionate heat of a whim. Suspicion and insecurity characterised the union. She always looked out the window to see if she could feel what he was intending on doing. When he repented, his possessive anger diminished. His access to trust in the cloud and shelves of handshakes and also their union as a couple was finished. She was a Mason too. She did not know. He changed and repented and with him, she did not go. This was his choice to change and grow. Because all about this man, Christ had the answer. Christ knows. One of the young men of whom he was suspicious, said you are just that Christian in Pilgrim's Progress. I don't know anything about you and your wife or her 34ddd (she showed the cleavage a lot in the usher line and used to wear bras with the size on the front tab so everyone could see) chest. Read the book, he said, and repent as well. Because her lust and her chest will probably take her and your son with another woman from high school to hell.