Roxy paused a moment, somewhat frozen in place and cheeks flushed red. She slowly raised a hand to the cheek and swallowed hard, smiling to herself. [i]Things might not be so bad after all.[/i] She thought, sitting up and looking over to where Christa knelt. She chuckled quietly to herself about the idea that a couple of queer girls and a big Russian had been spared from the rapture. It sounded like a bad joke without a punchline. [i]So two lesbians and a big Russian man walk into a bar.[/i] She laughed slightly and sat back in the pew, wishing she could think of a punchline.