I did whatever Lady Vulbia has asked me to do, but I always kept my sub-self private. I did not like the idea of having outsiders see me in such a rol.... Lady Vulbia did not care about my concerns. She dressed me in the maid’s uniform. It was quite humiliating. I had to wear the complete outfit, including the black stockings and shoes. Unfortunately, the uniform did not include any underwear or panties. This concerned me because the dress was way too short, and did not cover my genitals. When. I’m sorry, but can I ask you about the picture on your credenza? The one with the car?”“It’s there to remind me that every single day is precious. The Summer after my Senior year in High School, I was hit head-on by an elderly man who had a heart attack or stroke. I nearly died that day.”I pulled my ‘Lucy Nickel’ from my pocket and held it up, “This is a reminder about a friend of mine who died when a car driven by a drunk driver hit the car in which he was riding.”“I’m sorry to hear. “But how could you? You’re married, you have kids.” “I also have a sex drive which needs to be satisfied.” “But you say Clark never leaves you alone.” “That’s married sex, which is fun, but ultimately over the years it gets boring. I’m happy with Clark and I love my kids, so I’m not prepared to upset that applecart. The answer to all my needs is to have sex with other men, but with my husband’s approval.” I couldn’t, wouldn’t, understand it, a woman prepared to break her marital vows, give her. He said the prayer before confession then asked me my sins. I plainly and simply told him about having sex with Emmy and Becky, without using names, and the struggles I was having. He gently quizzed me on my feelings and my intentions, simply asking questions without making any comments. I also confessed other things where I’d felt I’d fallen short of the mark, and Father Nicholas listened intently.“Michael,” he said when I finished, “I can declare God forgives you of the things for which you.