”I smiled, “That’s not what I asked. Forget the agreement. Are you OK?”She was quiet for a moment, “Yes, I think so. Remember, I was OK with...you being with Denise, and honestly, given how it turned out, I wish you had.”“What happened?”“My dad was his usual self. He had her two or three times, but his way isn’t like yours from what the girls say. It’s pure sex. No cuddling afterwards. No joint shower. Just get dressed and leave. And after the last time, he gave her a nice necklace she’d wanted. "Wait right here." She said, ducking into the laundry room just off the living room. She reappeared in moments holding a shiny yellow pair of panties in her hands. "I had these on all day yesterday and got fucked by my boss while I was wearing them. I let him cum in me and just pulled them back into place and let his nut juice leak back into them the rest of the day. If you liked those purple panties, you'll love the way these smell. Go head Ace, sniff on my fucked in panties." With that she. She was out of her mind. What if she got… “Red, care is like love. The same.” “You say care. Why not say love if same? Why so many words?” The confusion and frustration in his voice made her grimace. Why so many indeed. Emily looked at his face. There was nothing hidden there. The love he felt for her was so plainly obvious it was painful to look at. No one had ever looked at her that way, with so much intensity. “We barely know each other, Red. I know nothing about you, nor you of me.” . And yet he was himself the basest of them, so completely dominated by his uncontrollable lust that he felt helpless. There was no way he could seek help from anyone in their town, that was out of the question. Tears rolling down his face in the depths of his despair, The Right Reverend Michael O’Reilly realized that his only choice was to turn to his spiritual, as well as administrative superior, Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey. Though only a few years older than Michael, Monsignor Sheamus.