I'm in church - at Christmas Day service with my mom. There are bleachers inside the church. I see an attractive very freckled redhead sitting in the last row with her mom, so I sit next to her. We chat throughout the service, she asks me how old I am, I tell her I think I'm 17-19. She says she's 39.
The minister asks, "Can I get three girls up here?" Three young women dressed in the same red polka-dot shirt come up. The minister asks, "Can I get seven girls up here?" Seven young women dressed in the same blue polka-dot shirt come up. The minister asks, "Can I get thirteen more girls up here?" Thirteen younger women dressed in the similar red polka-dot shirt come up. The polka-dots vary in size and density and the shirts of all 23 woman standing there make a striking display - almost like a fractal. It seems like they are going to sing, but they don't.
I continue chatting with my new friend. I am naked and have an erection. There are toothpicks, pins and rusty pieces of metal under the skin of my penis. I pull them all out and show the pile to the freckled woman.
The service is over, I find my mom in the aisle and ask her if she has a pen, I want to get the freckled girl's number. I walk up to her and she has already written her number down for me. I tell her I don't know her name and tell her mine. She's coy and flirty and gives me three guesses. I guess outlandish names, and she still doesn't tell me her name.
My mom says she's leaving and I ask the woman and her mom if they'll give me a ride home, they agree. There is a male giant, dozens of feet high. I wonder how he can get enough to eat. A woman is explaining that she will put her brain in her daughter's body and let the giant eat her body. My new friend and I go to a record store in the basement of the church. I can't find anything I want to buy.
I'm outside of the church near my junior high school in Ohio. I decide to run my old paper route. Some of the houses are the same, others have been knocked down. There are many huge trees which weren't there the last time I visited.
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