”Angie and I left the dorm and headed for my car for the drive to Saint Michael the Archangel Church. She’d shown up at my door earlier that morni...g, asking if I wanted her to go along. I’d said she was welcome, and asked her to meet me in my room at 8:30am. The only minor kink in the matter was going to confession during Matins. I explained that to Angie who was used to the Roman Catholic ‘priest in a box’ confession used by the Romans.When we arrived at church, I let one of the acolytes know. "Who were you planning to see next?" I asked."My plan was to head over to the construction site on Terrell street. I am told one of Sarah's friends had a pimp I knew from back in the day," Royce said."Do I need to tell you to just say no?" I asked."Geeze that is so cornie, but thanks," he suggested. "So do I come back now or go on to the construction site where the girls are working?" Go on over to the site, but stay out of trouble," I demanded."How much trouble can I get into, I'm unarmed," he. You might call it fate when I ran into Mrs. Brooks that day at the supermarket. My mom needed some things to make dinner and I offered to get them for her. As I was walking passed the aisles, someone caught my eye and I stopped and did a double take. Reaching up for a can of soup on a high shelf was a teacher from my high school, Mrs. Brooks. Standing at a height of 5'9, she was the definition of a blonde bombshell. She was wearing a plain white t shirt that showcased her huge tits, gym shorts. Still, our choice campsite from the preceding trip was occupied, and I chose another one nearby that was more out in the open.The girls told me they would set up camp, and I grabbed my favorite fly rod and walked down to the lake's edge, Maxine at my side. There is nothing as therapeutic as fly fishing; and an hour's effort, though producing only one perch (which I let go), was just what the doctor ordered. As I walked back to the campsite, the dog bounding all around me, I found that I had a.