Free The Three Sisters by Bryan Taylor

forced upon them by the sheriff.
    None of them noticed the countryside passing by, for they had decided to enjoy themselves in their natural state (as K, which stands for carpe diem put it, “Like we were before sin came into the world.”) Theodora, watching every little turn in the road, and fearing that a policeman hid behind every building and sign that she passed, slowly but surely pressed forward. As she drove on, feet turned into yards, and yards turned into miles, but this mattered little to the Holy Ladies of the Hearse; they did not care for scientific precision, for theirs was not an exact science.

    The three sisters’ present predicament had begun three days before when the three happy hamartiologists had decided to celebrate May 1 with an orgy. May 1 may be Labor Day for the workers of the world, but it begins the blessed month of the Blessed Virgin Mary for Catholics. Victor Virga had sent the three to the west coast a month before so Regina and her two sisters could help open the new Kennedy Center in San Francisco.
    Having lived near San Francisco for most of her life, Regina was the natural candidate for recruiting male and female students and artists to work at the new Center. “Use bunch of humanity majors, artist types. Most won’t like the idea, but enough will prefer working here to restaurant or construction sites. Besides, doing favor to humanity. Hitler flunked out. Pol Pot flunked out. Look what happened. Society needs keep rejected intellectuals happy.”
    Victor had released the three from their duties at the Washington, D.C. Kennedy Center (or “KCDC” as Victor referred to it) to go to “KCSF” to distinguish the good workers from the bad—the wheat from the chaff. Once the primary candidates had been chosen, Victor flew out to San Francisco, made the decisions, and returned to Washington, D.C. As a bonus for their efforts, Victor had given the three sisters two weeks off to return home at their leisure. They were instructed to visit Los Angeles on the way back, which could soon become home to another center of lupanarian licentiousness. This done, they could travel across America, doing as they pleased as long as they reached Washington, D.C., by May 1 , 1979 , a deadline which had already passed.
    Tony and the three had stopped at a local supermarket to stock up on supplies. At the store, they chanced upon the sheriff’s two sons when Coito accidentally on purpose knocked over a revolving rack of religious books. In the process of picking the books up under the watchful eye of the store manager, K and Co. revealed their desires to the two who had offered to help the three restore the books to an orderly state. Never one to pass up a chance to practice sacrilege, Coito accepted the brothers’ invitation to visit the Second First Baptist Church of Lewisville, deserted during midday, where the group of six, later joined by a friend of one of the brothers, could practice licentiousness with impunity.
    The relatively new church which they went to had a curious history. Fourteen years before, the Second First Baptist Church of Lewisville had broken away from the First Baptist Church of Lewisville in a doctrinal dispute over whether the washing of feet were a sacrament which should be performed by every member of the congregation. Mrs. Worthington and her husband led her pious group of feet washers out of the First Baptist Church when the church elders refused to force all members to wash one another’s feet. She and her followers then formed the Second First Baptist Church, confident that only those who attended their church would reach Heaven.
    It was this same Mrs. Worthington who discovered that seven sinners sinning were taking advantage of the empty church that Tuesday afternoon. The first sign that something was awry was the presence of three cars at the normally abandoned church, one of which had an out-of-state license plate. Mrs. Worthington carefully walked up the sidewalk to