No one would ever guess that you weren’t a veteran member of Opus Dei.”“Thank you, Mother Valencia,” said Michelle.“Although you are now a m...mber of our Order, there is one more thing that is required, if you are to be permitted to join the inner circle at Lancemore, and become a supernumerary. It’s a ritual that you needn’t partake in, if you’re content to be a numerary, and confine yourself to cooking, cleaning and so on. We have a number of such women in our ranks, performing essential tasks. Aunt Riley was getting by just fine without my help, and Jessie—You’re running away from it.—was better off without a useless brother like me. I selected “no” again.There was no third prompt.Since I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, I walked aimlessly around my small coastal Florida town of Navarre taking pictures of whatever happened to catch my attention. I’d like to say they were the best pictures I’d ever taken. To say that before my death a miracle occurred and I captured my last. It was love and the moment lovely.We returned to our journey back home after some heavy on the road petting and necking and I dropped her some distance away from the factory town with the promise to meet up soon. We were both clearly getting desperate to make love to each other. Early next week, she called me up and told me that her husband is leaving for his dad’s place for two days. She asked me to reach her place past midnight once everyone was asleep.The distance between my residence and. Thankfully, I didn’t know any of them and besides a leery teenage boy ogling my body, no-one was paying me any attention. I decided that it’d be in my best interests to do as I was told and not kick-up a fuss; to rely on Mick to come good. I thought about giving a false name and address but changed my mind; lying to the police would surely only make matters more complicated than they already were. The form was coming to an end and I began to wonder what would happen next. Would I be carted.