” She wiped her cheeks. “Joshua, I was so worried...”I squeezed her hand gently.I’m fine.“You’re not! Why weren’t you wearing something?...A vest, a trauma plate –”Because I thought I was invulnerable, I wanted to say. Instead:Work I do. Trust is everything. Go in armoured. No trust.“Joshua, they shot you.”Don’t know. Who. “They” are. Yet.I squeezed her hand.Long day. Tired. You should go home. Rest.“I’m staying here.” She spoke if there was no question of any alternative.Yael.“I’m staying. If there is a God, I thought, I would surely go to hell for this. And yet, I knew I would do it. The idea was simply too good to possibly pass up.It was an epiphany, really. I guess we all have our little hang-ups, our little insecurities. Mine, quite frankly, was one of size. I considered myself under-endowed. Not that I couldn't use the equipment I was blessed with. On the contrary, of the half-dozen sexual liaisons in my life, all the ladies expressed satisfaction in my abilities; most had. Both my parents are working in a private organization.My sister Sweety is a fair and chubby girl. Her boobs are very big and firm. Her shirt buttons will struggle to hold her tits within it. Everyone, from the school bus driver to the school peon, are always eagerly waiting to see my sister’s chest mangoes. I never had a chance of seeing her naked. But I had a look at her cleavage, numerous times. My local friends come to my house to play carom. Without her deliberately doing it, she used to. Marie loved to be outside so she always offered to work in the garden.Father Louis arrived early the following morning and all the nuns and Mother Christine were outside to greet him. He didn’t travel alone due to his old age and his assistant, a young monk named Albert helped him off the horse.“Welcome, welcome Father Luis,” gushed Mother Christine and kissed his hand.“Now, now, stand up, and let me look at you. Still looking like the day we met, you haven’t aged a year, Sister.”Mother.