I kiss him softly, telling him I’ll be waiting. When I go in, I remember its date night for my parents, and I have the place to myself. I wash up th... dishes, before going to my room. Two hours later Nicolas is calling me. I’ve snuggled myself down into bed, watching TV, waiting for him when he calls. A smile from ear to ear forms on my face. Just with a simple call, he makes me so happy. “Hi pretty girl,” he whispers lightly. I can tell just by his tone that he is in bed, just like I am. I. ?He picked me up again and carried me over to the metal container. Pulling back the heavy entrance, he carried me inside and laid me on the floor. I rolled my eyes around in fright at the dull metal inside of the container, and then back again at my captor.Wordlessly, he removed my boots and then my socks. Without a pause, he pulled up my tshirt, over my arms and then over my head. Breathing heavily, with excitement it seemed to me, he undid my belt and pulled down my jeans. I shivered in. With everything in hand(or over his shoulder), he made his way out of the plane, up the loadingramp and into the airport concourse. As he walked into the concourse, hethought to himself, what do I do now? Where should I go?" The only ideawas for him to make his way to the baggage claim area and then find away to get to the hotel he was to spend the night in.He was so glad signs all over indicated the way. All he had to do wasfollow them. Then he could think about transportation later.Walking. Rowena confessed her sinful thoughts about Sir Lawrence to the ancient priest still assigned to the convent where she had spent so many of her youthful years. It was there that she had learned the intricate conflicts of right and wrong in a world gone crazy with so many easy paths to “instant gratification”. The priest was so lost in his own little world of bad hearing, sour stomach and aching knees to the extent that he only listened with one ear and gave her a modest penance that.