He rolled around and made his way to a wall to get his bearings; after 15 minutes he managed somehow tumble his way to the kitchen. The few kitchen kn...ves and utensils he had left were in a drawer that would require him to be at least somewhat upright to try to knock the drawer to the floor. As he struggled to find a place to wedge himself he heard the next door neighbors outside, obviously having a Friday night cookout. Knowing his salvation was just a few feet away, he rolled and rolled. ..saw his naked buttocks and watched them clench as he’d leaned forward to enter Jane...heard her little cries of pleasure and longing as he did so.And then the thunderbolt: “There! Ye’ll not be siccin’ Father Brian on me, by God!”That voice! Oh my God, that voice!And then running, blindly.Chrissy continued to sit in the darkness of her car, hands clenched into fists on her knees, tears running down her face. And now…what should she do, what could she do? The two of them knew all her. Simply let people watch you as you struggle to findyourself... as a woman. I'm telling you Mike, he wrote, its touching,fascinating as shit....and I think you can find a way to get yourselfstraightened out financially as you deal with this.Money was important. I hadn't worked. I hadn't even turned in thatstory on the tribe and the intimate ritual. I probably never would. He said he would do everything and he'd keep me anonymous. Just beyourself, he said. If nothing else, perhaps sharing. ..”“Yeah,” Sara said. “You can do it at home and bring it here. Needs to stay at body temperature and you have an hour to get it here and make the insertion...”“Sounds clinical.” I giggled at a thought. “How ‘bout we just use MY old room as the collection site?”Mom blanched. “Have YOU ever? Not you and Mandy. You and Ben...”I shook my head. “You’re the only one who’s sampled Ben here, Mom.”Sara shook her head. “Barb, I wonder where she gets that attitude?”Mom smiled. I mean, I’m kinda.