”Another question occurred to me. “Does Tony know about this?”She grinned and nodded. Then she said, “And he’ll be joining us the next time....I told him about my college roommate. It really turned him on. He has always wanted to watch me make love to another woman.”“Are you ... what do they call them now, wife swappers, swingers?”“No. I’m afraid you’re going to have to take credit for this aberrant behavior, Denise. I haven’t been with anyone but my husband since college. He tells me that he. Just to check.Locked.Not a shocker, it always had been. I guess some part of me had just hoped. Sighing, I finished off my sandwich and went to watch TV.The next day I found myself back at that door, examining the lock. And by examining, I mean the inside of it with a paper clip that I had unbent. When you're a k**, you experiment with trying to open doors that you're not supposed to, and sometimes you managed it and sometimes you didn't. Unfortunately this time my search for a spring in the. She had with her a copy of Emily Dickinson poetry, of all things, which I found oddly appropriate for a nun. After all, didn’t Emily Dickinson die an old maid?“Father? I didn’t quite catch your name? Are you a Jesuit?” the nun inquired, still a bit confused.“Father Mark. Let’s leave it at that,” I smiled, though somewhat flirtatiously, just not too brazen about it ... it was intended to sound unintentional and playful.“Okay, Father Mark. I’m Sister Amanda. Nice to meet you. I can’t say that. " Oh. You can count on that." He laughs again."I ha-ha-have money. Lots of it. I can gi-" He slaps my face.I suddenly feel heat close to my ear. His breath is hot againest my face. He whispers,"Listen here. I dont care about your money. I dont care who your family is. All I care about is this gorgeous body you have," he lays one of his hands on my throat, "but dont be fooled. If you speak again without my say so," he starts to choke me, "I will beat you so bad you wont even recognize.