As he sat among the old manuscripts stored in the room he had suddenly become aware of mumbled voices . He had looked through the key hole of the door...which adjoined the room she was in and had witnessed her kneeling at the feet of the Father Confessor,he had watched her lips move in confession,but he could not hear what she was saying,how he wished he could hear what she was saying.He knelt there for sometime watching her wondering what her penance would be,he never really thought about her. Even that last cool move that exposed my breast created a great shot and you looked, but you did not touch. That was the type of person he wanted teaching photography to his daughter. He wanted somebody with the passion to capture the shot, not just someone who would bore her with f-stops and depth-of-field jargon.’ ‘She really has a passion for photography. When we would shoot sporting events, you could feel the action in her shots. She is better than me in that arena. The local papers were. ”“H…hello,” she said in a quivering voice. Her arms were twitching as if she wanted to cover herself.“Keep your hands where they are, Sara,” I said, and She trembled but obeyed.“Um…Miss are you okay? Is this man abusing you?” The redhead gave me a dirty look, then moved over and grasped her hiking stick.Sara looked at her for a moment and then giggled. “Other than teasing me mercilessly, no, he’s amazing.” She stood up, keeping her shirt up around her waist.“I’m fine. Other than being nearly. I was helping her bring snacks through from the kitchen for the men when she suddenly whispered in confidence."God, have you honestly been fucked by a dog? wow, I've seen it on videos but God, but what does it feel like?Stunned, I pretended to be a little drunk and she went and got Paddy and I said I felt sick and wanted to go home. - I did!Later, in the car on the way home I furiously turned on him about it. He admitted he had told her stuff about me but in supposed confidence, to "reassure".