”“I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.”“I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their f...llow man.”“I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests.”“How do you feel after doing this for 75 years?”“Like I’ve been talking to a fucking wall.”An Irish Lesson:How to get to Heaven from Ireland.(A story from an Irish Sunday School teacher)I was testing children in my Dublin Sunday School. He did his best to talk to all of them, though it was difficult. My mom looked a bit sad, but honestly, she only had herself to blame for her relationship with my kids. Kara did walk over with Stephie in her arms and let my mom hold her. Birgit walked over and climbed onto a couch next to my mom.“Steve?” Donna Grossi called.“Yes?”“The snacks and drinks are ready, if you’d please come help get them.”“Of course!” I said.I followed her from the guest house to the main house and was greeted by. “I was surprised to find out that you were a little prick teaser.” “I...” I blushed to the roots of my dark hair when he said that and I knew he was right really, even though I had enjoyed our little game. “I'm sorry.” “You can be as sorry as you like but there are consequences for your actions that little girls like you need to learn about,” he stepped closer and I was scared he was going to slap me or something but instead he lifted his hand and pushed his thumb between my lips. I didn't know. A short time later, it seemed to Lori that Todd was sitting closer and his leg was pressed against hers. She couldn't remember when it first happened, but his hand would squeeze her leg whenever he was making a point during their conversation. Now, his big hand was resting on her thigh and his fingers seemed to be massaging her flesh. She knew she must move it, but it was comfortable and relaxing. Her body was weak and a strange excitement held her in thrall. Glancing over at Bob, she saw he.