We looked like drones running up and down the halls on our way to class."For every blow, you must say an act of contrition." Yes, Father."I waited, my...heart hammering in my chest. I wasn't afraid of it anymore, but there was a sick sort of anticipated dread anyway in the moments before.SMACK!I winced, beginning:"Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because I fear the loss of heaven and the pains of hell..."The second SMACK! came long before I could. Then as she was putting our plates in the dishwasher, she turned toward me, smiled and pulled down her tube top, again introducing me to her most lovely breasts which I reached out to hold and fondle as she stood before me. "Mmm, that feels nice, Adam. You can do more of that after the children are in bed. And so are we," she said softly, the last with a big smile. She pulled her top up, then leaned forward, put her arms around me and we kissed for some time, deep, hot kisses as her hand roamed. When I looked in the mirror I saw that the dress was just as short as the skirt was, maybe shorter! "That looks very nice Janet. Change your shoes and redo your lipstick and come to my room." In a few minutes she had brushed my hair again, changed my earrings to gold buttons, spritzed me with perfume, and added a gold belt to the dress. "Wait in the familyroom for us Janet." I left the room, still shaken by the way I looked. Dad said nothing when he saw me, but I know he was still in shock. . We finished our meal, and then exchanged numbers. That’s how it all began, ladies and gentlemen. My friendship with Jean-Baptiste Vincent, the half white, half Haitian, brilliant but quirky lawyer whom I saved from despair on our first meeting. We began hanging out regularly, to talk about Islam, and also because, I must admit, I kind of enjoyed his company. We would often meet in restaurants or at the mall, but sometimes he would come over to my spot in Orleans. We’ve grown really comfortable.