His commune with his Lord was total, and he jumped with a start as a hand rested gently on his shoulder."I'm sorry Patrick, I didn't mean to break int... your thoughts quite like that, but you've been here for hours now and you could do with some refreshment. Man does not live on prayer alone you know - you need to feed the body as well as the soul".Father Meek looked up and smiled, grateful to see the sight of his long-time, and treasured, friend Father Sean McGuire. He had known him for over. Plus you know I had reached the age of consent down there.”“True. By the way, you have a sexy ass faggoty voice. My shit is on hard right now,” confessed Cortez.“Thank you!”“So, uh, I fucked a teacher at Lee.”“Really? When you were a student.”“Naw,” Cortez recalled. “It was the week after graduation and I went to go pick up my diploma. For some reason the faggit that taught my junior and senior English classes was up at the office. He gave me the diploma and made a big deal of getting up and. ”“How?”“Bert left me with free will. Some free will, anyway. He programmed me over fifty times, adjusting the relationships in my mind.” She put down the dish cloth, walked to me and took my hands in hers.“I am a mother, Andy’s mother. Bert wanted to take that away from me. He was afraid my maternal instincts would override my programming. I begged him to let me be Andy’s mother, to enjoy those special feelings a mother has for a daughter. He told me he left those feelings in me.”“Mary, I order. Okay, now I have the gun, and I know where the carnival is, so I walk back to my car to make the trip and end this for everyone. I start thinking that I should call work and let them know I'll be back, (I will still need a job after the divorce), and I should wear a disguise. It's all so silly, I realize. I'm not planning on doing anything after this except turn the gun on myself, so why do I have to make other plans. Perhaps I should write a note then? No, I've said all that I wanted to say to.