But first things first. About those sins of hers."Forgive me, Vicar," she began as she continued to stare down at the floor, "For there are many and e...ch is worse than the last I fear. These past few days I have been having wicked thoughts which have led me to do wicked things."Reginald nodded sagely. "I see. Perhaps it would be wise to unburden yourself of this wickedness and tell me all about these wicked thoughts. Leave out no details no matter how small or trivial you consider them to be.. He knelled near the lounger, hugged her and buried his nose on her shoulder near her neck and ear. "Lovely smell" he thought, better champagne than this cannot exist. He kissed her ear and moved up to her mouth and tasted her. She pushed him back apologetic, "Oh Rob, I did not expect you back yet, sorry I am dirty, did garden work and I am sweaty and spilled some margarita on me and ... and ... and", she kept going on making excuses like her old self, possible the effect of the margarita had. “Do you need my insurance, officer?”“No, Amelia.” He replied, opening her door. “Step out of the car for me.”“OK. Is something wrong?” she asked as she got out and stood beside her car. She smoothed her knee length blouse instinctively as she stood up.“Do you have underwear on?” the cop asked, standing close to her.Amelia didn’t think she heard him right. “What?”“Are you wearing panties?” he asked, deliberately.“Oh, yes. Yes, I am.” She replied.“Take them off.”“Uh. Do I have to?” she asked. Ed had a feeling that something important was going to happen and asked Claire to turn into the restaurant at the last minute. It was almost as if William had shouted, “Go there, now!”As the door clanged to a close behind her, Ling asked, “What are we doing here?”“I don’t know,” Ed answered as he looked over the restaurant with narrowed eyes. Two coarse looking Hispanic men in their early twenties were crowded together in front of the register. The woman at the register looked frightened, but.