My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship...of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn't particularly sure I liked the truth I was presented with, or that, despite my reassurances, I still respected them as parents. My mother is the head of nursing at a local Christian hospital, and as a result was. It was a weekend as she had described it and she had gone to Ernie's place for the usual evening of a few drinks, perhaps, something light to eat, and some hot and erotic sex with both Ernie and Dave. But, she admitted, what was in store for her on this night she did not see coming at all. But, again, after all was said and done, she felt so fortunate to have experienced the night's over the top sex. And, a few days later, after she had reflected on this evening, she knew it was something that,. I have been preparing myself for that eventuality.Carol thanked me for the delightful evening, all the way home. I told her that I had enjoyed it every bit as much as she did. After we had prepared for bed, I told her that I had something very serious to discuss with her. We sat on my bed and I began."Slave Carol, you are the love of my life. I have something very important to tell you and I know that it's going to shock you. I expect that you may not even believe what I'm going to say. You may. Should he check? Make sure everything was okay? His feet were already taking him up the walkway to the house before he could even think of an answer. They were both screaming now, their voices melting into one another, and he couldn’t make out any words at all.He paused on the doorstep, his right hand balled into a fist, ready to knock, but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He stopped and listened again, and he heard nothing. No screaming, no yelling, no ugly expletives. Nothing..