"Nothing special. I just felt like it." Drink your juice," Mom ordered, dishing out the scrambled eggs. "And eat up, both of you, or you're going to b... late. As will I if I don't get out of here right now." She shoveled down her breakfast, gave us each a hug and peck and gathered up her things and was gone like a whirlwind.Sis and I ate in silence for a few minutes, neither of us being morning people. Then a horn honked outside."There's my bus! Shit!" She scrambled for her books."Where's your. He taught you about horses and riding, didn't he?" Yes, and more, much more. He taught me charity and how to love life. I loved him dearly." She chuckled. "He also told me that some men could talk horse. I didn't believe him. I was wrong." She hugged his arm with hers. "Gabby would have loved your little horse ranch. I know I do." I feel like I'm living heaven on earth, Danny." I bet you do. When I can afford it, would you help me buy an Arabian of my own and let me stable it here?" You bet,". However, I've also felt resentment towards her mom because the comment had some lasting repercussions. From that point on, I've felt at various times that she felt guilty about having sex. In any event, we did eventually get married at 21 with the shared thought that her guilty feelings would pass. Although the overt feelings of guilt appeared to go away, I still believe that there is some that still resides. One way that manifests itself is her discomfort with nudity, even when alone with me. "Leave it with me Doctor Starke. And if you suspect any others, let me know. I'll decide on the best way to proceed but I'm sure you know that this demands total discretion. Don't tell anyone including your pregnant patients."The priest was worried. How would they avoid the inevitable scandal if this got out? Or even criminal charges since the schoolgirls were not legal prey? But the thought that he probably was fathering at least two children sent a thrill through his avowedly celibate loins..