The
preacher was preaching with all his might.

The
subject was SIN, and he was most certainly 'against' sin.

A girl,
with a wonderful figure, and not nearly enough clothes to hide much skin, came
in late.

She
strode down the center aisle, close to the front, and sat down.

It was
plain to the preacher that he had lost the men in his audience to this
voluptuous sex-object.

He
shook a fist at her and said, "You are the Jezebel the good book tells us about.
You have got the mind of every man in this building on evil thoughts and not
good thoughts. But I am a man of God! You don't affect me, and right now up in
Heaven, you fallen woman - Saint Finger is shaking his Peter at you!!"