We have several layers to peel away in dealing with this stinking pile of garbage, then. First, those priests. Either we deal with them individually, ...r we find a way to force the Bishop to do it. I'd prefer that he do it."Second, we have the issue of Sister Agatha's order being forced to sell their house and abandon the aged members to state charity. At the same time, our good Bishop is gloating over his millions of dollars in contributions to gild the bricks on his palatial edifice. I wonder. It was seeming more and more likely that they were mine, I just couldn't remember them.I cracked what I thought was the door out. It was an empty closet, with a mirror mounted on the back of the door. I stopped and stared. More strange than the clothes I had managed to don was the face above them. Smooth pale unblemished skin, blue eyes, cropped blonde hair, a strong lantern jaw. I was poking and prodding at 'myself' as the woman knocked softly and came in the door."Morning John!". " well anyway I hope that you liked the view " ? and smiles at the same time as holding out her hand to me.. I am Imelda by the way and live in the town here but almost never come down to the beach very much.... I reach out my own hand and say please do meet you Imelda " my name is Paul and I live in Weeley not far out for the town of course."O yes" I often drive through your Village on the way to Colchester to go shopping there... she's now purring back at me... then say's are you going for a. I knew the questions had to come eventually, and I didnt mind answering them, to be honest. It was nice to be looked to for advice, or at least information. Are they comfortable? Shaughnessy piped up. I shrugged. More comfortable than going without I answered. . What colour are you wearing? a cheeky voice, Dawes, asked. You perv I laughed, but flashed the strap – lilac. I have a question too I teased. Why are guys so obsessed with boobs? There were some drawn out sighs, some laughs, some.