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