How's things?" Okay, I guess. Listen, I wanted to know if you'd like to join some of us at BK for a hang out session."She nodded as if he were right t...ere talking to her. "Yeah, I guess, but I can't stay long. I've got to go to work tonight." Hey, that's cool." He paused, seeming to recall something. "Hey, I found Jack."She brightened. "Cool, where was he hiding?" Oh, between the old Kinsig's and Rochester buildings havin' a smoke." Okay. How's he doin'?" Not so good. The cops raided that. ..Oooohhhhh.” And as her breathing became more and more intense her thoughts helplessly unlocked that memory from a camping holiday in France in 1986 when she was just f******n: “Hold her arms girls!.....someone pull her panties off!........let’s see how she likes this inside her! Snotty little cow!.......pull her nightie up and squeeze those tits for her.....You like it Jill? Are you gonna cum for us all? .........just wait til you get the real thing.... Look how wet her little cunt is. Time to hear confessions, he despondently thought to himself.His was no longer a religion of love and forgiveness - at least not from his point of view. Why should these disgusting sinners be forgiven and accepted into the Kingdom of God. Why should they ultimately be treated the same as he? Hadn't he always struggled to remain good and pure - while these sinners had let their lust have its way in disgusting, sinful acts.Closing the door behind him, he walked head bowed and deep in thought. It wasn't simply anger or sadness or loss, but all of them. Kraig Winston, her boyfriend for the last two years was gone. Not dead, but not in her life anymore. What made it worse, to Vanessa, was that she kicked him to the curb. She had gone by his place earlier to talk about dinner plans rather than calling. She wanted to see him. She saw him alright. He was in bed with another woman. Vanessa didn't know the woman, and she didn't have to. Kraig caught up with Vanessa not long after that. He.