?"Her voice was a whisper. "Sex. Would you take... sex... from me... in lieu of cash?" Now that sounds like a possibility. Let's talk terms." Well... ...ow about... mid-term exam is in seven weeks. If I make a passing grade, I'll... uh... sleep with you every night for a week. How is that?" Okay, that's a start. If we spend, say, two hours a night every night for seven weeks, that's 98 hours. Then seven nights of sleeping together is... well, not a very high price, do you think?" Hm, I hadn't. One or two of the more nervous ladies in the group had gone pale at the receipt of this titbit of information, but he was able to assure them that the lovely and naked young lady volunteer would not suffer the ultimate fate, but only a more gentle, though deeply humiliating one - precisely what, they would find out later in the day! "I wonder how she fixed it?", he thought to himself as he sank back into his seat and let the miles go by.His assistant Mr. Goldberg kept up a running commentary. ..would never permit a thing like that. There are guidelines...regulations...rules about penitence. It wouldn't be Catholic.??We both know that's not true, Father. Christ himself was scourged for our sins. The church has a long history of self-flagellation and flagellating others. Look at all the saints who were flagellated. George, Jerome, Easmus–?The priest interrupted her. ?You've done your homework, haven't you???Yes, Father.??But it doesn't matter. You're no saint, Mary.??No, Father. I'm. Gemma: just wait a day baby girl, tomorrow will be the best day of your life (giggles).Gemma didn’t say much about her plans and I needed to wait a day to know about it. The next day Gemma, my bro and I went a little far outside the city to a small mountain side. She took us to a club, which was private but Gemma had signed us up the previous day.When we entered the club, a teenager may be sixty-something was dancing to a song in a bra, panty and high heels. My brother and I were a little.