" She turned and walked through the bathroom back into my room. I got up and followed."Uh, what exactly were you looking at?" I asked, trying to hide ...he embarrassment that was swelling within me, despite my excitement. "Just some Literature study group forums," she said. I slowly came into the room and cautiously peeked around until I could see the screen. It looked to be an analysis of Hamlet. "This stuff here is pretty boring. Anyway, you'd better get back in there. We'd hate for Mom to have. . I can't ask you to..." and intentionally, he didn't complete the sentence."To do what, Father?" the girl asked, as if on cue. "I want to help you. Let me do it, sir. Please?" Oh, no, Sister Susan. I must find a woman of the street ... a prostitute. I will renounce my vows and find a prostitute. I can ask her to do it." Let me, Father? Let me be your whore like I was when you were fuh ... fuh ... fucking me?" the gullible novitiate asked. "I should be the one to renounce my vows, sir? It's my. )Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser. He leaned his hips forward, bending his knees enough so that I could feel his bulge against the cleft of my ass. He still had his slacks on from work, but there was no mistaking the outline of his throbbing erection behind me. At the same time, his hands circled around my waist to my belly. And then his palms began tracking upwards."No-no-no!" I cut him off harshly. My hands quickly batted away his while I shoved out my ass to push him back. Turning around, I raised my index finger and waggled.