It sounds like your mother kept score by how many sins she could confess to. We counted how many cars we owned or how big our house was. I'm not sure ...ither is better." No," Rita said with a sigh. "Religion and money, in my view, are both just means to control the masses. The rich really aren't interested in helping the poor. They're too valuable as a cheap form of labor. It's been that way for thousands of years. The wealthy count on the downtrodden to do the sort of jobs that no one else is. She stopped in the doorway, listened for a moment to the flickering of the lamp, the only sound in that deserted room, and then advanced to the table to see if Valentine's glass were empty. It was still about a quarter full, as we before stated. Madame de Villefort emptied the contents into the ashes, which she disturbed that they might the more readily absorb the liquid; then she carefully rinsed the glass, and wiping it with her handkerchief replaced it on the table.If any one could have. And you would be our youngest member. Butmost men are averse to crossing the lines you say you want to cross.How about a simple test? Just sit in that chair. That one. Yes."Linda sissied over to me on her high heels. Standing in front of theseated me.I could see where this was going.She lifted her skirts to reveal a very nice pair of creamy, shavedthighs above the black welts of her stocking tops. And a skimpy pair ofblack panties over her garter straps.She locked eyes with me and lowered. If you want to experience a weekend like you have never before dreamed of, be there next Friday night between eleven and eleven fifteen."He stood silently as she ran her gaze up and down his body, obviously evaluating him and finding him lacking. "I run a very exclusive, very private little club," he said in a very business- like voice. "You have been highly recommended. But this is a one time invitation. Make sure you are on time. Don't get lost. Don't be late. Remember, one-time, you.