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WhiteDove
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I work nights as a nurse and often go to daily Mass afterwards at the church nearby! I really like the way the priest there does the Mass, with chanting and always a hymn. Anyways, today he didn’t have his usual altar guy and help with the cup, so at that part of the Mass he asked if anyone could come up and serve as Eucharistic Minister.
Well, a quite stout older woman volunteered! I was quite sleepy this morning, but immediately snapped to. I almost burst out laughing. She was a short, quite overweight woman, well over 60 and probably closer to 70. She had on a very unattractive pair of bright pink shorts and a white tank top! She wore a geeky pair of cheap running shoes with no socks. She was a very large breasted woman, but unfortunately, they were so far south that they’d almost reached Antartica!. But what immediately caught my eye were her black bra staps, one of which was creeping down her shoulder in the most unseemly fashion!
How could she not feel that bra strap? I wanted to run up and try and tuck it up under her scanty white tank top. And why in the world did she wear a black bra with a white tank top, I asked myself silently. I prayed to not burst into uncontollable fits of laughter.
I composed myself and went up to recieve the host then proceed to take the cup of Christ’s blood from her. She was very solemn as she handed it to me. I tried to avoid looking at her large breasts so poorly supported by that black bra!
Egad, what ever happened to little old ladies in hair buns and house dresses? It’s not even hot today. She did look like a nice lady though, I’m sure God loves her.
Well, a quite stout older woman volunteered! I was quite sleepy this morning, but immediately snapped to. I almost burst out laughing. She was a short, quite overweight woman, well over 60 and probably closer to 70. She had on a very unattractive pair of bright pink shorts and a white tank top! She wore a geeky pair of cheap running shoes with no socks. She was a very large breasted woman, but unfortunately, they were so far south that they’d almost reached Antartica!. But what immediately caught my eye were her black bra staps, one of which was creeping down her shoulder in the most unseemly fashion!
How could she not feel that bra strap? I wanted to run up and try and tuck it up under her scanty white tank top. And why in the world did she wear a black bra with a white tank top, I asked myself silently. I prayed to not burst into uncontollable fits of laughter.
I composed myself and went up to recieve the host then proceed to take the cup of Christ’s blood from her. She was very solemn as she handed it to me. I tried to avoid looking at her large breasts so poorly supported by that black bra!
Egad, what ever happened to little old ladies in hair buns and house dresses? It’s not even hot today. She did look like a nice lady though, I’m sure God loves her.