At last he could hold it in no longer.“I’m sorry, Sister Abigail,” he blurted out. “I know I shouldn’t have used those words. I prayed about...it last night and asked His forgiveness. Will you forgive me too?”“Well, only you will know if He forgives you,” said Abigail tartly, “but as long as your confession was sincere, maybe you’ll only have to spend an extra two hundred years in Purgatory for your wickedness.”“Please release my prick from Purgatory, Sister,” pleaded Peter. “I think it might. In this weird situation where Lucas couldn’t do anything and just wait and see what happens, one person started clapping.Violette began to clap her hands explosively, ending the silence of the room once and for all after the music.With a smile, she clapped excitedly, and soon after, several other people also started clapping. After a while, everyone present was clapping. People weren’t in some sort of trance anymore, and they looked excited.With whistles, cheers, and explosive claps, Lucas had. You didn't really think about how you were behaving with us did you?" I blushed and she continued."What you forgot was to check whether we knew what was going on. If we'd been sort of hypnotised, then I guess you could've gotten away with it all. But we weren't, were we?" I shook my head, feeling somehow, like a schoolboy. "The touble is, for you, that you really are a pretty nice sort of guy. When you found out that we did know what was going on, you stopped being such a pig and so awful and. I fell for it. The first time we officially met, she ended up meeting my mom at her place. But that day we met was cool--we walked everywhere downtown. I love women that can walk and appreciate walking; you get to talk and get them tired at the same time, plus, their feet hurt.We hit it off. She stayed 45mins away from me in a smaller town. She's a country girl from Indianapolis. She held some of the country values but obviously the "black sheep" of her family. Her first time messing with a.