Thanks for the update. I'm glad charges were dropped.

@Dave75 Yip, I would say so.

Yeah it's pretty much a retaliation to please our imbecile in chief. He and his followers are petty and vindictive. Stable genius my ass.

Just read another account: according to that version, she invited or allowed several undercover officers to put their head between her breasts. If so, that would explain why the patrons were not charged.

@shayne69

That kind of makes sense. If it was cops it sounds like an entrapment thing but also why go through the effort for what would probably be a misdemeanor dismissed by a judge?

Yup, I took that from the ABC news site just now. Got to scroll down a bit.

@Anonbene On the downside, she is a professional porn star (everyone, just park the faux morals, the woman works for a living - and if you don't like her work, just switch off; it would be no different than if she was a carpenter from Nazareth. Yes, I went there.)

The poor woman has got dragged into that Trump swamp which will never be drained.

I feel icky just typing that...

On the upside, she is a professional porn star who is clearly business savvy.. I hope she makes a shit tonne of money out of all of this, I really do.

@Palindromeman

Joseph: So Jesus what would like to be when you grow up?
Jesus: A carpenter
Joseph: looking around, in Nazareth?. You know we live in a desert and there's no trees here right?
Jesus: oh did I say carpenter I meant the son of God.
Joseph: still looking around. Um Jeez, you know we don't have any of those here either right? How are you going to pay for food and a house?
Jesus: doesn't matter, there are plenty of idiots here that will believe anything you tell them and give you money for doing so.
Joseph: you're an idiot.
Jesus: Just watch.

@Anonbene A chapter from one of my self published pieces on Amazon.

My fictional Jesus kicks ass. This POV is from Andrea. She is a celestial who gets it on with JC.

“There’s Jesus - he’s a lamb of god! He’ll take away the sins of the world.”

Laughter ensued.

We were in the marketplace of a shit hole called Bethabara. Word of Jesus’ ministry was starting to spread. He thought we should try a field trip. So, Bethabara it was.

I was one step behind Jesus and to his right. Standard female subjugation.

Jesus stopped, looked at the heckler.

“I’m not going to do anything stupid,” he said to me.

“Got it.”

The heckler had two goons with him. They were all standard issue in terms of looks. I made a show of bowing my head while I checked behind us. All clear.

“Do I know you?” Jesus asked.

The heckler smirked. “No, but I hear you’re talking big in Nazareth.”

“Nothing wrong with telling people to take care of each other,” Jesus replied.

“You can keep it in Nazareth. You’re on my turf now.”

Jesus regarded him. “What’s your game?”

“I’m a baptist. Saving souls. Which is why I don’t appreciate you exporting your Nazarene street theatre.”

“You got a name, baptist?”

“John.”

Jesus stretched his shoulders. “I’ll tell you this, John. It’s a wide open road. We can do our separate things. I don’t want trouble. But I can bring it, if necessary.”

John looked at his two goons. Again, duly laughing.

“Who the fuck are they?” I asked.

“Your woman speaks out of turn,” John said.

“No. She does not. Her name is Andrea,” Jesus replied, with just enough menace to gain John’s attention. “Now, can you answer Andrea’s question?”

“That’s Simon who is Peter,” John said. “And that’s Andrew.”

“Wait a fucking minute - Simon who is Peter? Which is it?”

“I prefer Peter,” he said apologetically. “My mother called me Simon but I never liked it.”

I was standing squarely next to Jesus. No subjugation now. The shiv in my palm.

“Fair enough,” Jesus said. “My mother claimed she was a virgin when I was born.”

“That’s bullshit,” Andrew said. But he was staring at me, not Jesus.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Makes for a good story, you must admit.”

We stood there, eyeing each other off. Jesus was bristling.

It was John who cracked.

“Alright, Jesus. How are we going to do this?” he asked.

“There is no ‘this’, John. You do your thing and I do mine. There’s no reason for us to fight about it.”

John looked around the market place. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a day. Then we meet back here tomorrow and discuss it. Deal?”

Andrew was still staring at me.

“John, we’re on the same side,” Jesus said. “I’d rather be chiselling wood but I’m doing this now. So, yes, that works.”

“I’d heard you’re a carpenter,” John said.

“It’s a shitload easier than this gig,” Jesus replied.

“She’s different,” Andrew said flatly.

Fuck, he’d seen me. Actually seen me.

“What do you mean?” John asked.

“She is different,” Andrew said, this time more slowly.

I held Jesus’ wrist. This was mine.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “Consider me an assurance.”

Awkward doesn’t begin to cover it.

Andrew walked away.

For the first time John looked uncomfortable. It was like watching a wave, starting to crest. That initial inkling that not all is what it seems.

“Tomorrow, then,” he said.

“Tomorrow then,” Jesus said.

John and Simon/Peter followed Andrew.

“What just happened?” Jesus asked.

“I think I just established your bona fides,” I said, pocketing the shiv. “Didn’t mean to. Andrew’s a bright one. He read me.”

“I’m guessing we might need to get used to this.”

“Possibly. Probably.”

“You know you are fucking awesome,” he said, a sly smile there.

“Here to help. Now, go minister.”