"The Lord," she said, "works in mysterious ways. And, occasionally, through even more mysterious messengers. And no, I’m not a Catholic. Though I do believe in God and his teachings. I believe in preaching his love by giving love. And yes, my parents know what I do for a living and they have always been proud of their daughter." Dolores smiled warmly for the cameras that now amassed on her lawn. Media attention was even better than sex. Every cell in her body was practically pulsating with joy.

She then waved for the cameras and drove to work. She’d already written the premise for her next movie, at the request of the producers. This one was entitled "Jesus Is Coming". Jesus, though, was pronounced "Hay-Seuss", and was played by a well-endowed Latino. In it, the two preached tolerance and then copulated in a homeless shelter, a ’76 Chevy Impala, and a deserted warehouse, where they then gave a sermon to the homeless who were all, not too surprisingly, somewhat on the sexy side and in different states on undress. After all, it was still a porn movie, albeit one with a heavenly message.

It also sold more copies than any movie of its kind in the last decade. The reaction by the press, and the subsequent uproar by the Catholic Church, sent copies flying off the shelves; and sent Dolores into the stratosphere of super-stardom.
She quickly became a media darling, appearing on entertainment news shows and magazines all across the country. She preached love. She preached tolerance. And she preached the message of the Lord. Love thy neighbor had never had so much veiled significance before. And in her next film, "Point The Finger", love thyself took on a whole new meaning.

Of course, it wasn’t long before Hollywood finally came calling. Porn star or not, Dolores was now a celebrity. And a commodity. Her image appeared everywhere. Even a few churches, those with less conservative viewpoints, invited her to sermonize. The people turned out in droves to catch a glimpse of her. To perhaps touch her. And, most importantly, to listen to her. For she did speak, from the heart, the message of the Lord. So it wasn’t too surprising that the movie moguls now wanted a piece of her. But is that what Dolores wanted?

See, it turned out that Dolores really enjoyed the mission God gave her. The smiles she triggered on the faces of her admirers, both in person and, she assumed, behind closed doors, was exactly the reaction she had always wanted as an actress. Only now, as an envoy of the Lord, she was also touching people on a profoundly deeper level. Could Hollywood offer such similar satisfaction?
So Dolores held a press conference, and hundreds of reporters, both national and international, turned out. All the networks were there. There were also a few thousand fans. By then, that’s the kind of response Dolores incurred.

She appeared in an all white gown, cut low so that her moneymakers shared the spotlight with her. The press had called them her apostles and named them, appropriately, Lefty and Righty. She smiled coyly for the cameras and began her speech. This one she had memorized, though by then she was a pretty experienced ad-libber.