Amy continued, "Now, each of the women stand in a circle outside the men's circle."Most of the women also did as instructed.Amy continued, "When the m...sic starts, you start walking around the circle. And do I really need to tell you what to do when the music stops?" drawing a laugh from all the women.A moment later, the music started and Ken looked up at the ceiling as the women paraded past him stepping dangerously close to his head as they each walked by. He noticed some of them glare down at. I don't know what it is, but it sure as hell isn't that fucking bad."I cried even more. Kelly went and poured herself a cup of coffee then came back to the table and sat down. I kept saying, "I am so sorry, so sorry."I do not know how many times I said it but I think Kelly got tired of hearing it finally she said, "Ok, Ok, your fucking sorry. Now what has happened? Did you and your priest break up? Are you getting a divorce?"With those words I began to sob and sob. Somewhere in between I. I love you, bye."She watched as the woman dropped the phone into her purse and when the woman walked back over to the two cops She felt herself being tugged along after her as if She was a piece of metal and the woman was a magnet. One of the cops looked up from his paperwork and said, "Just one more thing Mrs. Port. Do I have the correct spelling on your first name - ALETHA?" The woman nodded yes and turned to leave and She felt herself being pulled along after her. She drifted a little closer. This would usually be the signal for some wild horseplay and a pillow fight, culminating in the giggling pair rolling affectionately around on the floor together, before they dressed and went down to breakfast. Of late, however, Sara had been growing more conscious of the great disparity of rank between her and her peasant companion. She was becoming prouder and ever more conscious of her own exalted station in life. What was more, this particular morning she was in a very disagreeable mood.