Slowly, steadily, I uncap the first needle. It’s a bit like a miniature sword, gleaming steel and screaming menace. Carefully, very carefully, I mov... the needle toward my sister’s left breast until the tip just barely touches the skin. Then I push a little harder. And a little more. Anna’s tits are rather flat, so there is not a lot of give, but there is some, so I have to keep pushing for a bit as the flesh tries to evade the advancing metal. But finally there is no more wiggle room and the. Then, it dawned on me that perhaps there were millions of lonely, frustrated, sexually repressed white housewives using confessionals all over the country as their illicit source of sexual satisfaction. I thought maybe that was a secret hidden in plain sight; that priests everywhere were jerking off to confessions from people who were turned on by getting their clergyman all hot and bothered. If that damn booth hadn’t been so damn small, I would have taken every thread of clothing I had on. Ava shook her head, as if to clear the memories, and studied the box with interest. ‘What an earth could he have got me? Why would he get me anything?’ She asked herself out loud. ‘And how did he remember?’ Ava deftly untied the bow, and opened the box. Inside was a small but strong rope necklace made of beautiful gold. She sucked a sharp breath, eyes as wide as plates. Gently taking it out of the box Ava took it closer to the candlelight. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery. Ava had never. They're introducing you to a whole new life. If I come home right now I'll just be an impediment to that new life." "No Michael, never." "Jeanne, we started this. Now we have to let it play out." I walked over to the bed, pulled Jeanne to her feet and hugged her. Jeanne said, "Michael I miss you so much." "I miss you too Jeanne and in a month or two months or maybe six months you'll say that again and then I will know it's time for me to come home. In the meantime you have to fully experience.