—Sullivan Webb “She’s what?” gasped Lawson. Angel choked on her tea and Kina’s jaw dropped to the floor following Sullivan’s revelation as they gathered around Lawson’s table for Sunday dinner the next day. The men had excused themselves to catch the game. “That’s right,” confirmed Sullivan. “Stripping! An unnamed source saw her taking it all off at some seedy strip club last night, and I mean taking off all of it!” “Reggie, how could you?” asked Kina, disappointed. “I don’t know why you all are acting so shocked,” stated Sullivan. “The only surprise to me was that she didn’t start sooner.” “Reggie, don’t you know you’re held accountable when you lure people into sin?” Angel reminded her. “You’re talking as if the Lord hasn’t punished me enough already,” spat Reginell. “The Lord isn’t punishing you,” argued Lawson. “You’re doing this to yourself. And for what—a little money? Some attention? That little change you’re making is not worth your soul and your self-respect, Reggie.”
