We were barely out of the car when my father — Derek — swept me up in his arms and kissed me, nothing fatherly about it. There was a lot of hunger...and desire in that kiss, a need that had been pushed down for a long time and now was coming out in full. Daddy-Derek wanted his little girl and he wasn’t waiting for me any longer. We practically stumbled into my apartment, almost fused together. Daddy’s hands were all over me, his lips were kissing me with a real hunger, I was getting him out of. I have one of the best departments in the school, or even in our system. Many enroll here just for that, check the numbers. If you don’t think it suitable for me to be here, fire me. Other than that, stay the fuck out of my personal business. Are we clear here?’ I thought he might actually have a stroke. He knew he couldn’t fire me without good cause, and he didn’t have any. The fact that I didn’t kowtow to his expectations didn’t enter his mind. ‘I’ll invoke the morals clause! You’ll be out of. His head spun when he tried to remember all the components of the very ornate ceremony. It spun even further when he contemplated the enormous banquet which followed with the women participating from behind a decorative wall which hid them from view. He now understood how exciting it could be to know that a strange woman was in the room, even though you could not see her. The total absence of females in all aspects of Kobekistani social life made it exciting. Even as he thought this the other. ‘So it’s not just to catch up.’ ‘Well, yes and no,’ I told him. ‘But some of my catching up is, … rather personal.’ ‘And maybe deserving of confession?’ he queried. ‘Well, maybe,’ I had to admit. He led me out and told the receptionist, ‘Doris, we will need to use the reconciliation room.’ ‘Doris’ handed over a key with something of a scowl. ‘She likes to have advanced warning,’ Father Ray whispered to me as we left the office. ‘If you want the sacrament you are supposed to tell her when you.