Was it because of the events of yesterday? Was it the fact that she had this disability? Was I interested because I felt sorry for her? Was it a kinky...sex thing? I took a sip of coffee and winced at my callous immaturity. Don't be so stupid. It was pathetic to even begin to think like that and was probably down more to curiosity than anything.I was interested. Interested in her. As a person. I wanted to know her name. Who she was. What she was like. Where she came from. More than anything, I. I did not want to ask Scoby directly, but as event's unfolded I decided to have a stab in the dark. My next door neighbour would also by the end of this story be 'stabbing' in the dark.Read on..................The one real big advantage of being in my line of work means that you can live quite luxuriously, in a nice big house in the country. The down side of this though is simply that a lot of banks and building society's are not prepared to offer a 'sex worker' a mortgage. Believe me I have. So let's go, Robby.", said Dave. We thanked the men once more and I gave Bertus and Dirk an extra kiss for their help. Mike came to meet us at the door. "Hi Mike, Goodbye Mike...", I said sneakily. And Dave hit him extremely hard in the stomach. "You leave my brother alone, you pervert!", he cried as his action immediately garnered applause from the other staff members.We got on the bike and Dave drove us home quickly. I was dead on my feet, and took a quick shower. Dave came with an enema. ”“Get out of here!” Dad said in disbelief.“It’s true. I see it at Saint Michael just as I saw it at Holy Transfiguration. Why do you think Mrs. Orlova pushed Tasha and me together? Or in the new church, Mrs. Sokolova pushed me and Katy together. It’s especially important in Katy’s situation because her family is very lax and she’s likely to marry outside the church and never return. You’ve heard Father Herman complain about that. Well, those old Russian ladies know how to solve both.