Connie said, “You have something else on your mind. Spill it.”“I’m going to have to have Regional management. That means a Regional Accounting...office that can teach the regular office accounting people how to receive, record, and disseminate numbers to Office Managers and the other management in an office. This office is keeping up because you’re pumping the information out. I’m sure that you’ve considered this condo operation and wonder how we’ll do it. Well, we’re going to do it by knowing. ”“I’m on the pill, just so you know.”“So, you were hoping for me to fuck that little virgin cunt of yours?”“I was hoping you would fall in love with me on this trip and I would give you my virginity.”“Well that was a foolish idea. I don’t do relationships. Just hookups. Besides, girls don’t give me their virginity, I just take it, like a real man should.”“Please don’t hurt me. I’m very small down there.”“So, you do want it.”“I’m not sure. I am just afraid.”He was clueless and thought that. She had been wondering for some time if her three friends—all married to preachers—were going through the turmoil she was experiencing as a wife of a pastor: living in an isolated bubble, underappreciated by their spouses, being judged by their congregants as morally superior yet and leading unsatisfying sexual lives. During their bridge games she had been asking probing questions about their married lives to find out if theirs could be as difficult as hers. She recognized general complaining. Megan is slick, I'll give her that. She derailed me with a question of her own before I could ask, but it was going to lead to the same place anyway."So, Patrick, what did you find out about the DNA testing results?" Megan looked a little nervous when she asked that. It wasn't a safe subject either, but it seemed better than the present one to her, I guess.My blood ran cold when she asked about the testing. I had forgotten about that during all the excitement. I really didn't want to talk about.