“No," she replied, "I’m just waiting here for my friend. She’s supposed to be meeting me here for drinks after she has a shower but she always t...kes longer to get ready than she says.” They both laughed. “Well how about I buy you a drink while you wait for her?” She thought intently for a moment, giving him a look up and down in an exaggerated fashion as if to say, “Can I trust you?” before agreeing. They made their way over to the hotel bar and the usual getting-to-know-you chitchat. I pressed myself against her and tied the mangalasutra while she smiled at the me lovingly from the mirror. I looked at her face and she took the mangalasutra in her hand and reverently touched her eyes. Then she fell to me feet and asked me for blessing. I blessed her with a dozen children. I turned her around to find the saree fall off and it revealed a low cut blouse showing her cleavage very nicely and when I looked down her navel was big on her bulged stomach. I could not stop myself from. ”“If you were sitting in your private room, how could you not know who was there?” I snapped, becoming frustrated.“I was distracted,” the priest answered.I thought I saw a look of something on his face. Perhaps it was embarrassment. I needed to know why.“What distracted you?” I asked. “What was happening in the bedroom must have been worth watching.”“I’d rather not say,” the priest mumbled. For the first time in the interview, Bottomore appeared to be flustered.“Well, I’d rather you did, Father. And the thought of him showing that side of himself, thatanimal, sexual side, and completely overpowering me... I got a definitecharge out of that, I can tell you." What happened next?" We sat down in his office and a little small talk was exchanged,although my mind was buzzing so much I couldn't tell you a word of whatwas said if my life depended upon it. I was just transfixed. What wasgoing to happen? How would I react if he propositioned me? It wasalmost too much to handle."But then, he gets.