“You mean you and me? Or individually?”“Either. You pick.”“Individually? We do the best we can with the cards we’ve been dealt. That’s a...l anyone can do. You take some tentative steps and go on dates. I just have to wait a bit for others to play their hands to see how things turn out.”“No you don’t. Go find Jessica. Tell her you’re sorry, that you want to help her, and you’ll take her back. Period.”“I don’t know that I can do that,” I said.“If you don’t actually try at least once more, I think. "Please lay face down Sara," and she complied and then she felt his hands work the folds of the towel loose and it dropped off either side of the table, her nude body lay before him and she closed her eyes as she felt the warm oil on her back and his hands began to rub it in between her shoulder blades."Boy, these muscles sure are tense," he said as he worked the oil in and his hands made her hurt momentarily, but then began to soothe her aching muscles as he rubbed. He made small talk about. I want to take you to church,’ I said. ‘What?’ ‘Just come on, I promise you won’t regret it.’ She sheepishly agreed and followed me out of the museum. We took a short walk down Rue Sherbrooke and stopped in front of the Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul. ‘Here we are,’ I said. ‘And, why exactly are we here?’ she asked. ‘You’ll see,’ I said, as I placed my arm around her waist and led her up the steps and through the church door. The place was empty, cool, and silent. As we entered, we were. “It is a pity she has not done it,” said I, “for then she would not tell.” “I wish she had,” she replied. One thing suggested another. “She knows all about what we were doing?” Sarah nodded. “Get her to promise not to tell, and get her to let me do it to her, and I will give you two pounds,” said I, taking the money out of my purse. It was more money than she had ever had in her life at one time, her eyes glistened; she was silent a minute as if reflecting, then said, “She has always been.