God had turned his face from me.Aurora argued with me. She pleaded with me. She nagged me. In the end I couldn’t turn her down, so I found myself in...the office of the Parish Priest.Of course I couldn’t actually tell him the entire truth, because he would believe that I was delusional or a pathological liar.“Are you sure that you want your fiancée present while you give your confession?” Father Lopez asked.“Yes, she knows everything about me — my sins, my virtues. She is one with me.”“So, first,. Dhire dhire ye dosti kafi badh gayi aur kafi frank ho gye, hum log sex topic par bhi khul ke bat karne lage use mai btata ki mai muth marta wo bhi btati ki wo blue flim aur ungli karti hai, hum dono par aisa bhoot chadha tha ki meri underwear aur uski panty ek hi clor ki hoti thi, itna sab hone par bhi mughe us smay juli se pyar nhi hua tha bus khool khola dosti.Ek din usne btaya ki use kisi ne purpose kiya hai aur use bhi wo pasand ye phli bar laga jaise mughse kuch chootne wala aur mere dil. I was working for the Milwaukee Railroad at the time and had just gotten off a freight we'd brought in from Othello and we'd had to double the hill at Vantage so it had been a long night for me. In other words, for me it was Happy Hour.I ordered a beer and a shot and sat down to relax. I knew Sheila by reputation, though we'd never been introduced or spoken to one another. She was the only other patron of the bar that morning so she naturally gravitated down to where I was sitting, my feet. I lay back down, feigning sleep, but with a good enough angle to see out of the corner of my eye. Linda came around the corner and stopped at the bathroom entrance. She looked my way for a brief moment. Her hair was up (the way she wears it when she "can't do anything with it"). She went in the bathroom and closed the door. The water ran for what seemed like an eternity. The door opened and I closed my eyes. I felt the bed move as she sat next to me and her hand rested on my shoulder. "Peter?".