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