The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for profess...onal reasons.The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual. "But he can't have me killed because he knows the evidence is in my attorney's possession. We've shown it to his lawyer." The story went on and on as she poured down the wine. I helped her keep her voice down. I had begun holding her hand. I'd regularly go sssh and give a little squeeze.There was a good chance that I could sleep with her if I wanted to--and I definitely did. But that might be dangerous. Besides the personal stuff, her stories covered tax evasion, political corruption and. ”“You have sinned grievously, my child. Twenty-four Ave Maria, and twelve Pater Noster five times a day until your next confession. You will refrain from your pursuit of self abuse and one week from tonight you meet me in the courtyard behind the chapel for further penance after evening prayers.The two arrived at assigned location at the same time. Father Guilliame and Sister Benecdicta stood and stared at each other for a very long time.“It is good you are here, “ Father Guilliame’s voice was. “Only one way to find out!” Said Debbie.“What are you talking about?” I asked nervously. I hadn’t been seriously tickled since I was a teenager, and it didn’t bring up happy memories. My girlfriends tickled me so badly I peed myself. It was so humiliating.“Mom, you shouldn’t have come down. You spoiled my initiation. Ms. Connor isn’t going to be happy with me.”“Don’t worry, Anna. You’ll be fine.” Debbie said, then shouted, “Grab her!”I got up, trying to pull Anna up with me. I had to get us out.