A woman who was one of six ex " PLAY "girls gone husband" " employees who accused a pastor of  touching them spiritually with his prayers, decided that she was  quite confused , in fact, about what she was. She decided to take her cash for prayer ad out of the classified section and join a church as a volunteer.  She met a husband but with her bad habit of trying to control and manipulate people, she decided to get close to the local milk man who rang the door bell twice.  Her husband was somewhat aloof so she thought about what she could do to manipulate her husband emotionally for attention. But, who really knows what was going on?  It's sort of hard to understand. Any way, she decided that her husband was likely to be more attentive if she could just hold on to someone that she believed was just maybe an unwittingly "mind his own business type"  of individual.  It was quite unclear whether she was married.  One day, she asked the milk man if he believed that most married people slept naked or partially naked at night. He said, he never really thought about it but that it would make sense if they did and, in fact, he said that would be really logical and expected after all though; innit? She said to the milk man, who actually only rang once, that he should ring her door bell twice on Sundays and just say "elephant shoe" in his head because it felt like " I love you" when you say it inaudibly.  She promised not to answer and he didn't know the significance of saying "elephant shoe."  He thought she was sort of artsy so he didn't ask for an explanation. He  only delivered milk.  She did not tell the milk man. Anyway, some how, her husband turned out to be much more attentive on Sundays than on any other day of the week.  He used to be a competitive lawn bowler and professional ice sculptor.  She told the milk man that he didn't need to attend on Sunday any longer when she realized that if she just clicked "like" on her family photos with the husband on Facebook and on her own photos every Monday, it had the same effect on her husband. He was soo attentive and brought home Costa Rican, Brazilian and Kenyan  "dark" coffee every Monday night. Kenya is just a location; innit? She could only feel loved  by good coffee; innit?  Try the South American dark!  Her husband's father was from a generation that shouted a lot to change social conditions for all people regardless of faith. But, when younger people started to enjoy the small incremental changes, he and a very maleficent woman from his culture decided that younger people should know what they went through  and how people mistreated them so they worked on bringing social life backward; just so that younger people would know what they went through. But, their shouting was not in vain since all of their shouting was on video and people watched it quite often. It was used for documentaries and docudramas. They sold lots of books about the era of shouting in faith for change too! Some of them owned the book shops or bought one or two for their coffee tables.

They bought a home in Costa Rica after their 36th birthday as they realized that they are only alive for 100 years approximately, had four children after her 50th birthday and they lived happily ever after. The bedroom was not intended to feel like a roller coaster emotionally or physically but more like a consistent, faithful  and warm blanket.  The milk man turned out to be the son that she had with her husband at 18 and that she thought she aborted. They were too young to have a baby then but the prophylactic wasn't fail safe. The son was simply re-planted in another womb and was simply attending medical school while working as a milk man part-time to get by with a little help during his hard studies; hard studies to ensure that he didn't waste his church's prayers and his mother's energy. She cooked food and froze it during his undergrad to save him time so he studied accordingly. He saved his own time and honored his Vermontonian education. Who could resent Vermontonian primary and high school education from that older generation? There is no desire to show off but to just honor those who cared for you quite thankfully.