The only thing to do under the circumstances was to go and see Roy, go out to dinner, and talk to him. She had to see him, otherwise nothing would mak... sense at all. He was the last stronghold of reality in a world that had suddenly gone crazy.It was a good twenty minutes drive from Nob Hill to the Mission District, and a glance at her watch told her that she should make it in time before they all left the studio. The last thing in the world she wanted was to be stuck down there in the complex. The shape of her breasts didn’t change one bit, though they rose on her chest a little.“What’s wrong?” she asked.“Nothing,” I said. “You can let your arms down again.”She did that instantly too. I started taking pictures. I took more of her than I needed to too.I told her I was done, and she just stood there.“Can I ask you something?” she asked.“Sure.”“Do you promise you’ll never tell anybody I asked you this?”“Okay,” I said, rewinding the film.“Are you ... um ... hard right now?”Don’t ask me. I knew this wasn’t good. It would only end in heartbreak. I would gain weight again and spend my nights in tears instead of orgasms. It took me weeks of wrinkled fingertips and messed up sheets before I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see Sis naked. But when I went to the showers, the thought of my body standing amongst a group of perfect bodies… I couldn’t. Then one day, I had no choice. As I turned the corner to go into the stall, a big red sign with white letters blocked the entrance: . So like, totally the opposite of your ‘smells and bells’ as the pastor at our church once called ‘High’ churches. But that seems like it’s very important to you.”“It is,” I agreed.“But you’ll date someone who doesn’t go to your church?”“Sure. But, and I don’t want to mince words here, I intend to marry in the Orthodox Church and raise my kids Orthodox. Technically, there’s no dogma against marrying a Christian who was properly baptized in the name of the Trinity, but it would be difficult to.