Hey Chief (6)

   
   "Hey Chief (6)"
   
   Paul was hanging out at Trevor's, informing his singular friend about the upcoming date he had with the lovely and statuesque Max.  The dandy barber had already gotten a copy of Eddie the Eagle from the local Redbox machine and placed it in his saddle bags that hung over his dual action Honda 250; plus, purchased a frozen lasagna, some nice plastic plates with plastic forks and knives; also, a few candles to set a somewhat romantic atmosphere; however, being the ascetic Catholic that he was, he didn't know how he felt about laying the lascivious pipe.
   As a result, he inquired upon Trevor for wisdom, but all the perverted dude offered was:  "Get some."
   Paul continued on about his lifelong dedication to Catholicism, and Trevor stated:  "Hell, be a Christian first.  Just give all the sin to Jesus--that's what he's there for."
   It sounded like cheating to Paul, the entire Protestant approach, forgetting the sacrifices of Saints and Angels that would not become fallible; regardless, he considered Trevor's advice; next, placed some peach chaw between his lip and gum, voicing:  "Okay my man--I hear ya.  But I'll play it as my conscience tells me.  As Obi-Wan told Luke--you must do what you feel is RIGHT of course."
   Trevor back with:  "Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster between your legs."
   Paul grinned, grasping Trevor's uncouth style; nevertheless, Paul knew who he was; moreover, what he was about; plus, that the Kingdom of Heaven was in the midst of him.  He would do things the right way.