" The rest of the crowded bar seemed to disappear during this conversation before the noise crashed back around them."Let me get my coat," Michael sai..., kissing her on the cheek quickly before walking back over to the bar and fetching his leather jacket from the hook on the side of the bar. He watched Claire make her good-byes and move towards him as he walked back towards her table, meeting him more than half way."Your car or mine?" he asked."I take the bus, so yours," she said."Who is coming. ” “I gave you that tie!” “Yes, and I love it, but it sacrificed itself for your pleasure…how appropriate is that?” She smiled and I said, “Sit forward a bit and I’ll shampoo your hair.” “No.” “No?” “No, get undressed and get in here with me, and then you can do my hair – and then I’ll wash you.” “Oh! Well, that sounds pretty wonderful to me...not what I’d planned, but I’m nothing if not flexible!” I began to strip off my clothes, starting with the soggy tie, which I hung over the towel bar in. Eggs from now will insure that mankind will go on. I can’t make Mandy pregnant, no matter how much cum I empty into her!”Then Jamal produced a metal suit-case from under the bed and smiled at me as he opened it. He produced something that looked like a gun and 4 small vials and inserted them into the small ‘gun. He then flipped Mandy onto her stomach, so her ass was sticking into the air and he placed the ‘gun’ against it and pulled the trigger and I heard a small burst of air. He had injected. Still, banishment was probably the best course of action and it would quiet the bad press they had received from the sensation seeking reporters looking for a scape goat to hang the blame on with complete impunity from retaliation with the protection given the fourth estate.It was decided that Sister Angela would be sent to the Island of Santa Missodomy located not far from Sardinia. Sister Angela had never heard of Santa Missodomy but then again most of the faithful had ever heard of it.