Loup Soup (15)

   
   "Loup Soup (15)"
  
   As Alicia wended her way home in her humble Honda, she was reminded of the physician and Disciple Luke, especially his Gospel, which offered these words of Christ:  "Whoever rejects you rejects Me."   She wasn't probing the depths of the theology, just happy things went nice with lovely Jasper.  He was awkward, guarded, and yet polite as hell--pardon her mental French.  Furthermore, he asked her out for a second date, to the movies, where she might steal a kiss.  So, as she anchored her economically-inclined car on the gas station's asphalt--a place she not only worked at, but lived within, having a studio apartment upstairs that she shared with her one and only girlfriend, Stephanie.  Stephanie being a modern woman, into heavy dating after her divorce, and liked to experience the joyous juices of life.  Alicia entered, totally aglow from hopes of love, and Stephanie immediately cackled at her innocent and oncoming bullshit, noticing her pseudo-friend lit up with romantic brilliance.

STEPHANIE
Did you get any action babe?

ALICIA
More than that--I made a seemingly spiritual connection--I'm pretty sure.

STEPHANIE
You're so naive.  Guys just want lubricated love and delicious discharge--me too.

ALICIA
Not in the mood for her night to be spoiled by sex slang.  It's a wonderfully free country, and I get you like high vibrations, but did you know that Catholic women, wrapped up in guilt, experience the best orgasms, for they are going against their pure nature.  Regardless, we all are different, and some might need a man to enter their head.  Liked a molested girl.  Her creepy step-father telling her that his way of screwing her is the only way she should ever experience sex.  Hard and hurtful, bringing pain and darkness into her soul, unless she shakes it off and submits to treating her body like a temple.

STEPHANIE
Whatever.  Life is to be lived, not thought about.  We must grab the largest fruits, that nectar which propels us to promote our internal bliss.

ALICIA
You can win this argument, because I don't give a hot damn about it.  I adore your perspective sometimes, but please don't insult my choices if they don't gel with yours.  I don't preach more than necessary, and you don't boast more than needed--it's a decent friendship, and we should keep it that way forever.  Even if you like dragons, and I like unicorns.

   Stephanie retreated downstairs to fix herself a pickle sandwich.  Alicia had a point, but Stephanie would not stop being herself either.  She figured:  "We're all a bunch of sons and daughters of bitches anyway."