But I don't think it's a good one, no. It's not my place to interfere, though is it?" No, Stan, it's not."The next day, Stan asked Anne if she fancied...a drink down at the Mitre in the evening. "It became almost a habit, and I enjoyed it. I miss it, a bit," he told her."Sounds like a good idea, but I can't drink. I have to be on form first thing in the morning — there's that meeting with Sales about follow-up work on the chip first thing in the morning." That's okay, you can drive!" Stan. She felt his hot lips kissing the smooth flesh of her thighs, kissing and licking, working along one side, then the other thigh. She stretched her legs wide, and Jack twisted his face from one to the other, licking the sensitive inner flesh."Ohhhhh, Jack!" Kathy whimpered, writhing her ass on the seat, squirming her clit toward his face. She now had her ass over the edge, braced with her feet on the running board. "Ooooh, that feels good, Jack"He ran his tongue over her thighs, tracing the lacy. I was back in the room moments later, carrying a fire ax from the hallway — a rather interesting anachronism I had noticed earlier and now resolved to put to good use. I offered it to Brock, who took it grimly. "Now, I intend to put a full clip into this guy the moment he pops into view. I hope you can then zap his body away if the cops are called and knock on the door. But if something happens and I can't do it, use this," I said. "Take the fucker's head off."I took a deep breath."Last chance. In the course oftheir conversation, the inspector let slip that he was surprised that theCatholic Church ordained transsexuals. The bishop, needless to say, wassurprised as well. He didn't know. Being troubled by this, and feelingout of his depth, he wrote a letter to the Vatican asking for guidance asto what should be done in case that information, too, was leaked to thepress. The answer that came back was unequivocal. Father Pelletier was tobe defrocked without delay. The Church did not allow.