"Well, it's a sin, or that's what you're saying," she went on. "Now, look, I'm a sociologist, not a theologist, but my understanding is that it's God'... job to punish sinners, isn't that so? But you don't think God's going to do it, or at least not do it right, not to your satisfaction, so you have to take it on yourself." No, of course it's not that," replied the flustered interviewer."Oh?" she said with arched eyebrows. "Well, I guess I'm confused then. But I'm afraid I'll have to stay. I guess I'm a bit different from you. You mention being content being a concubine and a bit afraid of leaving them behind if you become a soldier. I've already decided that if I get the choice I'll be the soldier standing in harm's way to protect others.Lots going on here. Erica and I seem to be together all the time now. I mean, we are in our training class together (more about that later) and then we go to rehearsals for A Chorus Line together. When all that is over we go to see her. " and laughed aloud. I had to do my chores around the house on Saturday so I didn't make it to Stacie and Amanda's till about 2. I was glad to see they both acted normal and didn't say anything about the previous days revelations. We all swam and had some drinks and the day turned into evening. The girls had decided to do an all girl sleepover so they gave the guys the boot and I was on my way back home when Stacie asked me if I could hang around for a little they had something they needed. I told her we had to go to work now and I thought we should take separate trains because people might think it odd if they saw her staring at me (we were getting our share of curious looks in the coffee shop). She told me I was so thoughtful. As I got up to go she put aside her untouched coffee and sought permission to ask a personal question. ‘Go ahead,’ I said, resuming my seat. She paused for a long time. ‘Your wife,’ she said finally. ‘Do you love her?’ I looked her straight in the eye. ‘I.