Have you ever heard of mortification of theflesh?" Of course I have. Origen, one of the early churchfathers, advocated it." "Self denial...ultimately...leads to salvation. During theplague, good Christians paraded in the streets, floggingthemselves, for forgiveness. Even today, Shia Muslimsdo the same thing. Saint Jerome was famous for hissevere penances in the desert. St. Dominic Loricatussubjected himself to 300,000 lashes over six days. St.Francis of Assisi fasted and flagellated himself. I used him to kill four people. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't been shot by the guy in the vault. Could I have pushed him so far that he would actually have killed himself? Would he have gone outside, killed the security guard then run in front of a truck still thinking he was running through the jungle? I don't know, and I don't want to."Allison was shaking her head before I even finished, "It doesn't matter what you want. You need to know." What? Why do I need to know. " Abby hung up.I felt nervous about spending an evening alone with Izzy, but knew it was part of the game we'd set up. As I sat there, I happened to look down on the chair and noticed a white spot near the edge in the middle, part way under my thigh. It hadn't been there before. I realized it must have come from last night, when Izzy was sitting here while Abby and I went at it on the bed. I had noticed she'd had her hand up her dress at one point. Some of her juices must have leaked onto the. She looked around.Well, maybe he’s the pick of the litter. Surely therewere more men around. It was just boys in the room, atthe moment. She could hear music playing, coming from ahallway. Is that where the party was?“We just heard there was a party goin’ on here,” sheexplained to the cute guy. He reached for her hand, andshe gave it to him. He leaned down and kissed it, likeshe was a high class lady or something. She giggled.“I am truly charmed,” he said..