/lit/ - Literature

>>14299018
there is always room for redemption. i think thats one of the reasons Christianity has managed to spread its influence all over the globe.

but certain behaviors and knowledge open doors that can never be closed again.
>you, married, two beautiful little children, one boy and one girl. white picket fence. lovely little dog.
>"howdy neighbor! you just moved in i see?"
>"yes i have. im obligated though, to let you know that i was convicted of pedophilia 15 years ago. but i have changed. ive been to therapy, i take prescribed medications intended to aid me, and ive had a squeaky clean record ever since. i moved here to america because i believe in second chances."
>"y-yeah, me too. we all deserve another shot. thank you for informing me though."
most people will be more cautious with this neighbor henceforth. a more vigilant eye scans the backyard as your children play, because
>you never know.
you can never truly relax in what you thought was a safe community. anytime your children step outside, various horrible scenarios (bordering on fantasy) runs through your mind.

now compare that to a hooer with a lengthy history of hooering. its similar to taking addictive drugs on a regular basis. past a certain point, normalcy will never be normal again. you will always have the knowledge of what the super-normal feels like. and often times, you find a creeping feeling inch up on you, reminding you of how pale your normal indulgences feel in comparison to that hit of morphine.

we are, after all, only human - all too human. it will be difficult for a hooer to truly reform her ways. not after she's experienced the inexplicable joys of interacting and having sex with "Chad." she can clearly differentiate between "Chad" and you, but she cannot quite articulate the reasons why. the tingles of her vagina are charged from a complex moving amalgamation of reasons and subtleties that she simply cannot explain why the first time "Chad" made contact with her hand felt so different than when you held hers.
>"i dont know, when he grabbed my hand, i felt this, i dunno, chemistry"
her years of constant attention, personal favors, unmerited value in realms not relating to her looks, and the mystical feeling that the universe seemed to always bend to her favor is suddenly juxtaposed with a monotonous life centered around actual work, sacrifice, compromises, and a consideration extending past the self.
she longs for one last hoorah, one final ride into the romanticized sunset. but she knows she cant, because she has made promises - a lifelong covenant. but everywhere she turns, she unearths temptations. temptations linger around every corner. even the most celibate monk may find himself succumbing to his human desires when he is constantly approached by nude, hot females.
and we all know, it rarely is ever just "one last time."