‘No, not really, just a bruised ego.’ Fallston stood over her letting her recover as he contemplated his reward. Opal looked up. ‘Well, I’ve ...ecided one rule is that I get a reward from the body part closest my hit. That would involve your head, so a blowjob it will be. And you’re already in a perfect posture to proceed. Let’s go.’ Opal thought a little more arranging was in order. She pushed Fallston back against a large tree and he sat in the crook of the disseminating roots. Opal kneeled. We didn’t want to come on too heavy at the bowling alley, as there were families around and we didn’t want to shock too much.It was agreed that we would be having fun at Ron’s house, and so after having parted in separate taxis we headed off to get ready for the evenings fun.The taxi ride to and from the bowling alley was with a different driver, so the guys all behaved themselves on those journeys. However the same driver that had dropped us off the evening before was booked to collect us and. They posted an additional priest by each exit. The remaining priests searched the rest of the building, to make sure no one else was present.A middle-aged woman in the congregation was standing and talking as the priests moved in. "... I don't know what the big deal is. They are just naked women. I saw them outside the Star Building, and they were nothing..."Her voice faded as she saw Lisa and Roger walk down behind the pastor, through the empty choir loft. Both advanced with guns. . . . . .I felt like that now, in my room, with the door open. I was very sexual . . .at one time in my life. I loved it. I loved acting that way. I loved feeling that way. It made me feel alive. But that stopped when Jimmy died. I missed and wanted sex but I didn’t want to get involved with anyone and I didn’t feel comfortable picking up strangers at a bar. It didn’t seem right. How’s that for irony. The thought that my son could possibly help me with this problem had never accrued to me . . ..