.. Aaron, it's all so tiresome. This is too much..."He paused."You need to get out of the house and never come back!!"'She thought about what she had ...ritten. Did it feel good? Yes. Was itrealistic? Probably not.Even though these weren't real people, she felt bad for them."I'll just go to sleep and write again tomorrow."She woke up and went to write immediately. She undid everything she wroteabout an argument and started again, at an earlier point in the story.'"Aaron, I don't mind this. Thank. Indeed, because the media attacks, the bishop suggested to himthat he might find it convenient to spend some time in retreat in amonastery, preferably a very cloistered one. Badly shaken, FatherPelletier agreed.After the final arrangements were made, and Father Pelletier had gone tohis retreat, the bishop felt obliged to talk to the inspector in chargeof the case, and thank him for his speed in ending Father Pelletier'sordeal, even at the cost of bad publicity to the RCMP. In the course oftheir. ” I suggested.“It isn’t as easy or as quick as that,” she said.“I’m in no hurry and the Commissar isn’t going anywhere,” I explained.“Alright let’s see what they want first,” she asked.“Who is Louie the hammer,” she asked.“I read somewhere last night that Louie was somewhere in the hierarchy of ‘Rape on Demand.com’.” I said.” “We need to understand the mission of Rape on Demand.”“It would sure help in putting this together,” I said. “So question one for the Commissar is ‘what else is Louie the. I had a beer, thinking if it was real what I just lived or am I in a kind of dream, or again I've gone mad and have illusions. If it is a blusted dream, sure thing is I don't want to wake up. I now live in a strange kind of horniness and feel I am ready to leave my self to the first individual who will want to fuck, man or woman I don't mind.The barman was rather sleepy, but the three Italians were in a very good mood. Talking and laughing loudly they joked about something I couldn't.