THEN WHERE IS THE HELP ????
Ohhh no! It happened again. But why? But why? She shrieked. Her eyes were filled as she moved close to the door. She peeped through the small opening then paced back to the front of the window. “I just hope no one saw me. I don’t want to do these anymore but I can’t just stop, I can't stop, I have tried all means, I’ve prayed a million times, seems God has just decided to shut the door of heaven on all my prayers and effort. She looked toward her bedside, the sight of her discharge on the dildo disgusted her, then she turned towards the other corner, there, she sighted her old-skinned bible. She looked away at first but then, just like a magnet, she was attracted to the so called “holy book”. She moved to where it lies, picked it up and flipped through the pages not knowing exactly where to open. Her hands froze on getting to page 564 as she was glued to the prints which reads, “my help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth”. She paused, then, whispered in tears, “i