While returning home after the birthday gift issue, Uncle Bull got a call from his wife crazy Nany.
She shouted at him.
"You the idiot, what did you try to present to Tiny Rose?"
"Oh honey, it was a mistake, a wrongly collected stuff. I returned it to the courier office and collected mine, the magic tab. I have already presented it to Tiny Rose. Now she is happy."
"But I believe you supposed to present this awesome gift to that fancy-ass? But by mystically you give it to Tiny Rose, right?"
"Which fancy-ass? You mean the grandmother of Tiny Rose, Madam Sofia??"
"Yeah, you know exactly what I mean! You the reckless cat still running behind your lust?"
Uncle Bull heard that voice like a thunderbolt. He got shivered.
"Honey, what hell are you talking about? That was a mistake. I told you." Uncle Bull tried to justify his mistake in a humble voice. "That was a wrongly collected parcel. I got a mistake when I collected it from the courier office, nothing else. Leave that poor lady who is a devotee of Christ. Don't make any allegation on her."
When Uncle Bull said these words about Madam Sofia, the grandmother of Tiny Rose, he remembered her lusty smile and birthday invitation.
"She is an erotic flower whom everybody wants to nibble." Uncle Bull said in mind and smiled.
"Yeah, I know she is devotee, the real devotee of Satan not Christ," Nany shouted. "Let me come home. The rest we will discuss there. Now I am in the middle of the symposium."
Nany's angry voice rose again and again.
"Welcome you the holy ass who come to bless me." Uncle Bull yelled back.
His blood pressure rose. Angrily he applied more force on the accelerator, the car roared and ran like a bullet.
"Madam Sofia doesn't play with pagan toys." He shouted back Nany. "In fact she is planning to go on a pilgrimage to Canterbury. She is a Holy Lady having vast knowledge of theology. Do you know that?"
"I know, she has vast knowledge, not in theology but Lustology." Angrily Nany disconnected the phone.
The issue that happened accidentally and made this scene made poor Uncle Bull so worried.
Because Nany is a hard flame, cannot manage easily. Especially when she gets the issues of ladies related to Uncle Bull, there is no compromise.
She will burn him alive. But Uncle Bull, the warrior fighting for his freedom from her castle horror, is not ready to surrender.
"What I should do with this Dracula Lady? Really she is trouble like a smoking volcano." He said to himself and called his friend Kimbler, a retired cop.
Kimbler heard the story and laughed loudly.
"What did you do with that pagan toy?" Kimbler asked
"I returned it to its owner, a sister named Lara Parrott."
"A sister, you mean a nun?"
"I don't know which devil it is."
"OK. Don't worry. I have the best remedy to treat your wife's crazy illness. You come to the Garden café. I will be there."
Uncle Bull diverted his car to Garden café, a place of their gathering.
The initial sign of the winter had appeared already. Uncle Bull happily looked to the white foliage made by the early fallen snow dust.
"Yeah, winter has come with Snowy owls and gees have departed." He said to himself enjoying the sights of winter while waiting for Kimbler at the café.
But he couldn't enjoy it well as he was burning in trouble made by Nany.
Soon, Mr. Kimbler came there.
He ordered coffee for them and asked Uncle Bull. "So she doesn't believe you, right?"
Uncle Bull turned his face to Kimbler with a harsh look and said.
"Tell me what would be your remedy to treat this Dracula Lady. I am fed up and tired of her harassment. As she is the daughter of the devil, I believe no remedy can cure her." Uncle Bull said unhappily.
"This is a psychological problem. She needs the medicine that clears consoling her mind. I have the best medicine for that. It will clear entire wrong things from her mind such as anxieties, temper, fear, doubt, etc., and refresh her mind like a newborn child. But it is a narcotic product. Need to handle it very carefully."
"Doesn't matter, sometimes we are getting help from the devil that we can't expect from an angel. So, let us go ahead with this medicine." Uncle Bull gave the green signal to proceed.
After the coffee, Kimbler asked Uncle Bull to come along with him to a place.
On the way, they met Captain Randy, a retired military officer and a member of their gang. Captain Randy was preparing for the coming winter fishing.
Kimbler explained Uncle Bull's sad story to Randy.
"Yeah, I know she is a hot chilly." Captain Randy said. "Let us take her to the newly started sex clinic of therapist Guru Hema Saxony. She can handle this type of case easily. She is a famous hermit having extraordinary healing power. She has a special divine therapy called Kama Sutra therapy, which will stimulate and purify mind and body."
"Taking her to a sex therapist..? That is impossible my dear." Uncle Bull said. "If you say the word sex in front of her, she will kick you like a wild boar." Uncle Bull made a sigh of depression and continued. "Now, she is a holy devotee of God who conducts prayer meets and Rosary fest. So, let us forget about treating this beast, which is an impossible task. Nobody can correct her as long as she stays in the holy den of God. Let us have some fun with this Guru, the therapist doing Kama Sutra. How is she? Is she booty and busty? Uh..?"
"Yes, she has dancing melons and swaying buttocks," Randy said.
Uncle Bull's eyes opened happily, his gloomy look disappeared so quickly. "If so, let us go there for the therapy that awakens the veins and brain?"
"Yeah, But, don't you want your bird to calm down?" Kimbler asked
"Where is such a remedy that can cure the devil?" Uncle Looked at both.
"We head to the den of a devil to get it," Kimbler replied.
Kimbler's car ran along the sandy plain by the notorious Bikini Beach which was abandoned due to a tidal wave tragedy that took many lives.
That empty beach seemed like a ghost coast. One time it was a famous bikini beach of adult fun. But three years ago, on New Year's Eve, a giant tidal wave came and swept Bikini Beach fully swallowing many lives. In that tragedy, Bikini Beach lost its glory and gained notorious fame as a coast of death.
Touching the beach, the car moved ahead along the empty road and reached a bushy hill.
"We are going to see here a former mafia don, known as John Kicker. But now he is a holy evangelist serving God." Kimbler said.
"Are we going to confess in front of him?" Uncle Bull asked. "But winter is not suitable for confession. This is the time to do some hot sins."
"No, we the holy apostles do not have any sin to confess." Kimbler laughed and said. "He has a prayer hall here, a base of his operation, where many devotees are coming to participate in his gospel meet. He purifies them and makes them lambs"
"Are we going to be lambs by gospels of this evangelist?" Uncle Bull asked. "Dude, what is our mission here?"
"Our mission is getting the drug, that's all," Kimbler said.
"Does he have the business of drugs too along with his holy business?"
"No, he doesn't do that. Now he is a servant of God. But, as he was an earlier drug lord, if I request him to arrange such medicine for our case, I am sure, he will help us. Earlier he had helped police by offering such medicine to interrogate some deadly dons."
"What the hell is this medicine? Is it so deadly?" Uncle Bull asked.
"Yes, it is a special synthetic drug known as The Viagra of Devil, a deadly Colombian synthetic sugar that will clear all feelings from the mind entirely and give freshness. All forms of anger and depression will be eliminated from the mind by its molecules."
"Viagra of Devil..? Then, this is the medicine for us. We also need some stimulation now. Winter is getting closer." Uncle Bull said with a smile.
"Do we have enough stamina to get thrilled in the fun of the Narco molecules?" Captain Randy expressed his doubt.
"What a fantasy..! Little rascals still have the wish to be a hot cupid..!" Kimbler shouted. "This drug is not for our fun. This is the medicine that going to cure Nany as a holy angel. It will purify her mind. Not only her hot veins but also her crazy brain will be refreshed. Her courage and moral power, gospels, divine thoughts, everything will be turned off soon. She will play like a doll in front of you and will obey you like a little child."
When Kimbler said those words, Uncle Bull took a deep breath and said in a low voice like a whisper. "Yeah, I have also such a dream, a great fantasy. But I don't think any narcotic molecules can cure this devil, even poison can't affect this bitch in the black hole."
Uncle Bull's companions laughed hearing his statement about his darling.
"This medicine has a magic power that will let devil smile and angel cry," Kimbler said. "Based on the deadliest nature of such drug which seduces and opens the mind of the user, sometimes police and investigating agencies use such drug for the interrogation of some special case. I remember a story that, the CIA once used this drug on Russian diplomats to force them to sign an anti-missile treaty without hesitation. It was an ass-burning pact. That's why the CIA used this drug to soften the minds of Russian diplomats. Abu Zindabad the notorious terrorist daddy is using it to show God to his fighters to motivate them for Jihadi fighting. So this drug is a VIP having demand in all dens such as in diplomatic missions, terrorist camps, and interrogation cell of police and other force, etc."
As Kimbler was a former cop, he was well aware of all types of drugs and their dealers.
They reached the premises of evangelist John Kicker which was on top of a hill that was covered with trees and bushes. His prayer hall, named Holy Floor, was shaking with the busting sound of singing and dancing by devotees in the gospel music. As they were approaching the hall, they heard the loud noise of the divine songs along with the sound of clapping and dancing of the devotees.
"What the hell going on here..? Is it a ballroom fun or an orgy..?" Uncle Bull asked.
"It is a gospel rock n roll?" Captain Randy replied.
"This is the sound of the devotion," Kimbler said. "Earlier, during the glorious time of the bikini beach, this divine center was a notorious hotel of John Kicker which sheltered many drug dealers and mafia lords coming from all over the world. When the sin of the bikini beach became unaffordable to God, God sent giant waves to swallow it. In that purification, this hotel also was submerged in water. The waves sent by God washed off the sin and purified some people like John Kicker. When all of his wealth was taken by the waves, John Kicker became mad and reached a mental hospital. After staying several months in an isolated cell, it is said that, one day he got the revelation from God to be his servant, thus he became an evangelist and converted his dark den of sins into a divine center for gospel service."
"And does he still sell narcotics along with his holy service?" Captain Randy asked.
"No. He is a holy man now. I mean after his confession, He is serving God as a full-time devotee. But he can get some narcotic drug from his former contacts upon a request from a relevant person, such as a police officer, or a doctor, for a good purpose, means, to treat some mental disorders or to read the mind of a person, like doing in the hypnotism. Sometimes he uses these drugs on his mentally ill devotees as medicine for spiritual relaxation."
"Now I got him. He is the apostle of darkness and light." Captain Randy said.
"Yeah, maybe something like that." Kimbler continued. "Earlier John Kicker was a Mafia Don, but now he is an evangelist who dedicated his life fully to God. As I said, earlier, this prayer hall was his hotel where he served liquor, drugs, gambling, and all sorts of underground dealings. During that time he had made good business here. When the beach was washed off by tidal waves, he lost all of the earnings that he made from there. The money was kept in several steel boxes. He was planning to move those boxes to his native place which is on a hill somewhere in Colombia. He had arranged a ship for his voyage with the hundreds of steel boxes that were filled with gold and dollars. But God, the great player, snatched all of his black profits and threw it into the ocean making him the servant of God."
"Who told you this story?" Uncle Bull asked.
"All of these things he said himself. Though I am a retired cop, I am still his friend. During my service, I visited this place a few times to get information about drugs and traffickers. But I didn't ever participate in his prayer fun."
"Why, you don't like this gospel fun?" Randy asked.
"It is a kind of intoxication given by music and voice. I believe, in this noise, the peace which is the light of God can't find." Kimbler continued. "He said that, when he lost his wealth, his mind burned and reached a lunatic asylum. After spending a few months in the asylum, he got cures and recovered his mind, He told me that he got the light of God and he confessed all of his sins. Later he decided to be a servant of God, or God induced him to do so. He studied theology and the bible to become an evangelist. Now he is a dedicated holy man of God. Earlier he had helped police two or three times with this drug to interrogate some hard terrorists. CIA and FBI are also using these types of drugs in their dark secret chambers to read the minds of criminals."
"But now you are a retired cop. Do you think he will help you?" Uncle Bull asked.
"I will tell him that we need it badly for an interrogation. Since he is a peacekeeper, I hope, he cannot reject my request."
Kimbler said and went inside to see John Kicker.
"Oh. Yeah. Maybe his medicine will help me to clear things." Uncle Bull said. "Let us enjoy the holy gospel music of John Kicker? Come on".
He called Captain Randy and entered the prayer hall.
The screaming of the devotees busted in their ears like a tempest.
Evangelist John Kicker and his spiritual team were singing and dancing on the stage by leading the devotees with an extreme spirit.
"Ho… Ho… Holy Mother. Ho… Ho… Holy Father."
"Ha… Ha… Halleluiah. Hu… Hu… Halleluiah."
In that busting sound, John Kicker sang a song with some marvelous expressions and gestures.
'I found the marvelous light of paradise, the light of God,
the light that purifies the soul, the light that burns Satan,
the light that gives energy to the veins, the light that shows the path of salvation,
the light that seduces us with the intoxication of devotion.
Oh Lord, we are in paradise that gives the thrills of peace,
shower on us the holy words which are the fragrant flowers of blessing.
Uncle Bull and Captain Randy joined in the prayer song and danced with the devotees.
Kimbler waited in front of the stage till John Kicker finished his song.
After the song, John assigned some of his team members to lead the prayer and took Kimbler to his upstairs lobby, named The Holy Chamber. He had a little wooden cross in his hand. He blessed Kimbler with it and said.
"This holy cross is a powerful weapon that can be used to prevent the attack of Satan and humans." He showed the sharp tip of the wooden cross, like a knife, and continued. "I am very vigilant about my enemies. Of course, Satan is not my prime enemy. He will not shoot, stab, or hit me. In fact Satan is silly trouble compared to a human who has a nasty greedy mind." He sat down. "OK, officer, I have spoken more, now it is your term, please."
"As you said, we are in big trouble, a suspected terrorist. Our traditional method is not enough to read his mind. I want a few Satan pills to soften his mind."
"I will give you this sugar that melting mind. But let me tell you something, maybe I can purify him." The Evangelist said and showed the framed photos hung on the wall. "Look, earlier all of these dons were narco heroes, now they are good shepherds serving the Lord. I converted them physically and mentally. Give me a chance, I can wash and purify this fellow's burning mind that inducing him to be hard. Of course, the mind is the commander of the body. If the mind is good, the person is good."
"Yeah, a good philosophy. But you know he is a detonator making fire. He will purify all of you in his holy fire." Kimbler said with a laugh.
Evangelist John Kicker gave a few white pills to Kimbler and wished him success in his mission.
"Listen." John Kicker said. "If you are not able to get something from him with the help of this medicine, bring him here. I will baptize his dick in the holy chilly water. Then he will be OK."
While returning, Kimbler explained to Uncle Bull how to use the Satan pills.
"Just add two pills in the juice and give her and let. But, as she is a wild cat, don't ever show this to her. If she sees it, she will crush your nuts. Got it? The best method is, just add it while making the juice. Just put two pills into the juice machine, that's all."
"Yeah, today I will make a special juice for her with banana and carrot." Uncle Bull said. "And after the fall of this regime, we will celebrate the victory by doing the Kama sutra therapy with that booty mama. But will this Satan shake the dried hard mind of that monster..?"
Doubtfully Uncle Bull looked at Kimbler.
"Yes, it will shake her every cell. She will do a rock n roll today there. This is a mind softening drug." Kimbler said.