“My goodness, look at it,” she said. “Did I do that?”I sat down beside her, patted her thigh, and said, “Indeed you did and a good job too, ...specially for your first try. Your lover, shall I say lovers, might expect you to do that for them, to arouse them, to play with their equipment shall I say.”“And that, that thing,” she pointed at my upright shaft which stood red-headed and quivering, “it goes in me, in my, my sex place, my vagina.”“Indeed.”“It’s too big. I’ve, you know, put my fingertip. I said no I didn’t at that time but I did have one but we had to break up due to long distance.Then out of nowhere, she asked me if I had had sex with my girlfriend. Although I was 2-3 drinks down I still was in my senses a bit and I hesitated to answer. She then insisted and told me that its fine I can tell her today. we are friends and not cousins, so I should think of her as a friend and tell her without worrying about anything.So I told her yes I have had sex and then she asked me for my. Martin, Lizzie and I shared a muted Christmas Day. I went with Lizzy to Mass; the first time I had set foot in that church since the fateful day in March. I was touched by the welcome and the sympathy offered by people I didn’t even know, but who clearly remembered me.It was a different priest – I couldn’t have stayed in the church if Tony Mulhern had been there. Apparently Mulhern had left the priesthood and was somewhere in the North of England. It was a small comfort to me that Mulhern. With the ease of a well practiced delivery man, he flipped through the sheets of his clipboard. "Says here that your husband ordered it for you, mum."Could you sign here, please mum?" He repeated as he offered the clipboard and pen back to Mrs. Swampwater.She held her palm to her breast. "My husband?" Yes." He flipped back through his sheets. "All it says under reason is 'tuna casserole.' Could you sign here, please?" But I don't want a gang rape," Mrs. Swampwater burst out at last in.