These were the things I had sworn to when I entered the Order. I lived a simple life of a parish priest, guarding my flock from the temptations of the...world. I had forsaken the trappings of wealth, turning over all my worldly goods to my superior. I always did as I was asked by those in charge of the Order, never questioning their reasoning. Since my days as an altar boy, I had dreamed of becoming a priest. And, until a week ago, I had never felt the pleasures of the flesh.I had struggled all. ”Minutes later, Rylands is sitting with Chris in his office. He wastes no time and hands Chris an email.“So this turned up in Contracts a day or two ago. As you can see, it’s from Derbyshire Stone and Gravels and addresses to our Contracts Manager, Andrew Elliott.”“Hmmm, well, we use DSG quite a lot and they are pretty reliable firm to deal with so what’s the issue?”“The issue is that the job they are referring to is not one of our jobs. We had no record of it so we went back to them to check. Well, ex-husband now. You know what they say. If someone’s your ex, they’re an ex for a reason. 365 reasons in my case. Your agency contracts people to collect possessions for us slaves, right? Yeah, yeah, I know, us ‘not-slaves, ‘ I mean.“Anyway, if I can help it, I’d like to never see Gautam again. I never should have married him, though it was my parents’ idea. Fuck arranged marriage! If I marry again, it will be because I want to marry, not because Mom and Dad want to join the fucking. I went home that night with stockings, suspenders, bra, knickers and shoes belonging to the girl whose house we were in at the time. I couldn’t have her blouse, skirt or blazer because she would need them and didn’t have a spare and so another girl promised to bring her spare clothes the next day together with a long haired wig for me to wear.I went to the girls’ school early next morning dressed as a boy but with the female undies on. I was smuggled into the Form Common Room to get dressed in.