Inside an abandoned church in jack swallows, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me jack swallows for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “jack swallows, hail jack swallows, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “jack swallows, jack swallows, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “jack swallows” prayers.