”A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road. He stopped and offered her a lift which she accepted.She got in and crossed her l...gs, forcing her habit to open and reveal a lovely leg.The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.The nun looked at him and immediately said: “Father, remember Psalm 129?”The priest was flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his hand.Changing gear, he. Oh, I forgot. I ran into Charlize Sanderson coming into the sporting-goods store where I got the cleats as we were paying. Oddly enough, she was getting new cleats, too.[Ms. Diary, I hadn’t mentioned this earlier, but Charlize and I were team members, along with Rhee, back in our early soccer days, but her family moved away after the second year that I played organized ball.]“What are you doing here, Charlize? That is, why are you here getting cleats rather than back home?”“I just couldn’t find. Again, the throng of press packed into the briefing room bayed for a response. Foreign policy, international trade disputes and home turf politics put aside for the grainy images that the adorned the front pages of the Post in the days earlier.“Not for the first time today, this Administration denies any such allegations. Those images are speculative to say the least and I echo the earlier statements from the President where we hope journalism gets its head out of the gutter and focuses on the. Alan smiled gently and pulled her close. His lips were warm. As the water poured over their bodies, she folded into his embrace. The feeling of his body pressed against hers sent a chill down her spine. With a sigh, he pulled back and released her. Then, Alan opened the glass door to the stand-up shower. Marissa let out a disappointed sigh of her own and turned off the water. Alan handed her a towel and the two dried off. ‘Why don’t you go order us some breakfast,’ Alan suggested as he hunted.