Many of the more established businesses that had stone walls facing the city streets now had carts and stalls in front of them crowding out the view o... the shops behind to the passers-by. Dirt was everywhere, collecting in the storm drains, and in the gutters. Once-white stone walls were now grimy, and most buildings had the downspout tubes removed - Esfalan suddenly wondered how Gileath was doing with the youth of the city. He resolved to find out, and then was bumped into by a man backing out. " Oh, No, Father. I wouldn't. I'd do anything for you. You know that. What do you want me to do, sir? Let me do it." But, Sister? You know I can't let him loose in your vestal jewel box. You would be re-possessed if I did. It must be in your... no... I couldn't ask you to take it there. But we might be able to get rid of it in your... Oh, no, my child. I can't ask that." the lustful priest said in a halting, sincere voice."Where, Father Murphy? Where can you release it? Tell me, please? Tell. I am so sorry Madame…I didn’t recognize you in the dark”, apologized the policeman“And the young lady ?”, he continued“A friend of mine”, calmly answered Isabelle, careful not to mention the Post Office“Of course, Madame, my apologies”, blurted the policemanThe car sped off towards the outskirts of Vichy where Hélène, the post mistress, lived.“Sometimes I wish I had a skirt”, said the policeman to his colleague“I hear she does both”, answered the colleague“I’ll bring her to interrogation next. ‘Dutch . . .’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Would you kiss me? I mean Rosa isn’t here so I don’t know if it’s all right.’ ‘She’d understand,’ he said and felt himself grow hard. He pulled Molly close and enjoyed the pressure of her breasts pressing against his chest as he leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened and accepted his serpentine tongue as it slithered over her teeth and gums only to engage her tongue in a flickering duel. ‘Ohhhhhh,’ she moaned into his mouth. And Dutch sprang into action, mauling first.