Father Mahrzach was almost obsessing on this mental image of the Ken boy to the extent that he was hardly listening to the words of his confession unt...l his ears heard the ringing of bells instead of the words, ‘Slumber Party’.“Oh pardon me, baby. Did you say ‘Slumber Party’? He interrupted. “Yes, father”. The boy said the words again with a bit of burden as the noble father could see those young but full lips saying those words. “My friend, Jimmy had invited me to his home on this Friday night. Holly went to sleep almost as soon as the plane took off. I sat there thinking about the brown box, the packing slip, how she got the tickets (I've never heard her talk about any company contest in the four years I've known her), how we made love on the couch with the lights on. When Holly and I make love it is usually pretty vanilla.We seem to follow the same script each time we make love. First we make out for a few minutes while I explore her body with my hands. If my hand gets to close to. Two other crewmen moved over the gate, bracing and securing it to on one side of the barge; the barge had then moved under the second gate and lifted it off. When both gates were secure, the barge backed off using engines and the holding lines then came to a full stop, allowed the tension to come off the lines as the crewman replaced the securing pins into the pivots. The crewmen disconnected the lines from the bollards and holding onto two each, the crewmen were winched to the barge. They. She turned towards me and smiled - a smile more warm and genuine than Ihad seen before. "Darling," she said, "you look magnificent."I smiled in return and muttered something complimentary about her ownoutfit, which she brushed aside with a gesture."Just an old thing. Now, have a glass of sherry." She picked up aheavy decanter, and poured some golden, glowing liquid into a cut-glassvessel. I took a cautious sip of the crisp, dry liquid, and feltmyself starting to relax as it warmed its way.