It was a normal Saturday. Terry, Neil, Shawn and Jose were all in the church, kneeling down in the altars, hands folded. But they weren't praying. No, they were dealing. Drugs that is. How it works is they all pretend to pray and a customer would come and kneel down next to Terry. They would tell him what they want and give him the money. Then, the other way would prepare it on a wafer, put it into a envelope and leave it under the seat in the confession box while pretending to confess their sins. Once that's done, the customer would go in and confess their sins too, discreetly taking the envelope. Nobody was none the wiser.

Terry sat in the aisle in front of the other boys, waiting for their next customer. Usually their customers were boys who had no idea what they were doing. He heard their next customer approach and he opened his mouth to give them instructions, however they beat him to it.

"Kneel down and pretend to pray, I know the drill."

Terry had to do a double take to process who was sitting next to him. This wasn't just some teenager from town. This was you. You were one of the choir girls, had strict Catholic parents, and the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. It's not very often a girl can hold Terry's attention like you do. Especially a perfect Golden Girl like you.