The man removed the ball gag and Wanda tried to work her jaw back into actionas soon as she felt she could speak she began to yell. "You son-of-a-bit...h let me out of here now." She demanded. The man said not a word he just shook his head no and replaced the ballgag. "Now that stays in for the rest of day dear, maybe tomorrow you will learnto behave yourself." He then turned and left the room. Wanda began to cry but no one was there to hear it. Jim was a little nervous but overall he was. He sat in silence and began to read his St.Augustine. A few moments passed before he heard the door to the penitants side of the confessional open and then close,someone had entered,he could hear the pentitant shuffling as the person knelt down. It was dark in the confessional,all the Abbot could hear was the penitant breathing,a soft sounding breath;the old monk immediately deduced that the penitant was a female.He opened the grill between his side and the penitants side of the confession. I head towards the room, looking for room 135. I can feel my heartbeat pounding away, feeling so many emotions running through me. I see room 135, and swipe the card key through, and push the door open. Rob is sitting at the end of the big room, watching TV, and smiles at me. He flicks the TV off, and stands, walking towards me. He greets me like we've known each other for years, kissing each cheek. He tells me how beautiful I am, more so than the pictures I showed him. He too is good. I was teasing. Let me explain.“Have you heard of Situational Ethics? That means that you apply moral laws according to the circumstances involved. Different people apply those principles unevenly. The strictures on having sex are some of those moral laws, and they are interpreted widely and differently around the world AND from situation to situation.“If you were working your way through the varsity basketball team at school, fucking two or three of them every day, making your willingness to.