bear, blanket and Bible

It just didn't feel right. She seemed funny to me, as if she were hiding a deeper more complex self; one that might have been, or may be still, worth further investigation. So I put her in the files and continue on forward. Not a month later we cross paths again and still I felt like there was something else about this person that was not quite right. I fear she had a secret. I fear that if I find out what that secret is, it would not be such a good thing. I think to myself upon her walking towards me,"You know large guy, if the world were covered in wax, where would the candles go?" She told me she was moving to Texas with her new love. She seemed excited about the move. I know she has a shoe fetish, and the shoes she was wearing were fresh off the factory floor damp with the sweat of young people's brows. She told me about her fresh catch and how much money he makes. I almost puked! This is a woman who talks one minte about the beauty of Jesus and on the way home from church she hits the honey bear pipe followed by a some Seagrams 7 while driving to her next appointment where she will be having champagne with brunch to be followed closely thereafter by drinks and chinese for lunch then finally home to her bear, blanket and Bible. Sweet dreams my dear.