"There was a poster of a man in the back window of her van. 'Smile and rejoice' he advised me, and at the bottom of the poster was his name, Drayer Baba. [...] Photos of Drayer Baba were everywhere. He was from India and had died in 1971, claiming to be God."
(Women, p. 221)
"'One doesn't have sex without marriage.'
'One doesn't?'
'Drayer Baba doesn't believe in it.'
'Sometimes God can be mistaken.'
'Never.'
[...] she had my cock in her hand, petting it, rubbing it. Then she pressed it against her cunt. She rubbed it up and down, up and down against her cunt. She was obeying her God, Drayer Baba. I didn't play with her cunt because I felt that would offend Drayer. [...] she just kept rubbing. The hairs began to burn my cock. I pulled away. [...] Drayer Baby, I thought, you've got one helluva beliefer in this bed."
(Women, p. 223f)
"I saw Sara every three or four days at her place or mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba's precepts held strong."
(Women, p. 261)
"It was going to be a fine bed. It didn't take Sara long. Then we tested it - non sexually - as Drayer Baba smiled over us."
(Women, p. 262)
plus:
I remember a moment in the 'Slapping-episode' of the BUK-Tapes where he states something like "I don't need your Meher Baba shit!" (not verbatim).