However, that should not prove to be an obstacle. An old seminarybuddy of Karen's, one Monsignor Kevin McClarthy, functioned as the CatholicCenter's d...rector, and though he was not assigned as one of the regular parishpriests at St. Steven's, he did reside and say Mass there. Feeling reasonablysure if she could but talk to Monsignor McClarthy, she could prevail upon himto pull a few strings and get her into one of the several halfway houses thatthe archdiocese funded and oversaw. Though she. Joyce felt like she was on top of the world.The president of the league asked for everyone to enjoy the potluck food provided, and she’d hand out the prizes afterward.Dan and Joyce sat together, the paper plate on her lap temporarily hiding her high hemline. Dan enjoyed the potato salad and cooked ham, at least those dishes were recognizable. Joyce kidded Dan by spoon-feeding him something he didn’t want to try.“Come on Dan, try it. It’ll put hair on your chest and besides, I made them, they’re. ”“You were awake? Of course I was. I loved every moment of it.”“I am sorry T, but that was a mistake and you must stop.”“I am not sorry and I won’t stop.”“But this is a sin and you are my son”“I was your son on Saturday too?”“But what if your father finds out? He will kill us both”“I won’t tell him. If you don’t then who is going to tell him.”“T, please this is…”I sealed her mouth with mine and stuck my tongue in her mouth looking for hers. At the same time I began moving my cock in and out. "No. Downtown. 11th and Pike." Perfect. Hop in. I'll get you there."Robert took the seat behind the driver. The car was pristine andsmelled vaguely like cinnamon. Sensing his mood, the driver left himalone as he pulled away from the curb. Bright lights faded intodarkness as the driver merged onto the interstate. Robert leanedagainst the car window, feeling the coldness of it against his forehead.He smelled of sex.Bringing his fingers up to his nose, he breathed in again. Karyn'sscent.