Thomas asked me if I was interested in coming back to their room to smoke a joint; I accepted because sometimes Victor and I have smoked and I thought...it would be fine for me and could be helpful to get a better relaxing condition.Once there Edward, a nice black guy, poured some rum shots. In the meantime the third guy, Carlos, Hispanic type, rolled a joint we smoked it passing it between us. I was sitting on the edge of the bed close to Thomas; suddenly I felt a little bit dazed and tipsy, but. "Not really," he admitted, using the remote control to turn the set off. "You wanta say something to me, Mom?" Yes, dear, I'm afraid I have to," Jodie sighed. "It's about what happened this afternoon. That was very wrong of us, and it mustn't happen again." But, Mom, we wanted it," Dane said impatiently. "We needed it, and we didn't involve anybody else. I don't see what's so wrong with that." Exactly," Jodie said. "You don't see, because you're too young to understand right from wrong when it. " Kinda the same thing, isn't it? They have priests and incense, saints, statues of the Virgin..." Icons, yes, I guess it's much the same. We have a Holy Communion, but our calender's different. There's the Feast of Basileus, I don't think you have that." No. My Dad was Catholic and I went to a Catholic high school. My Mom wasn't that bothered either way. She's Norwegian. I guess the Norwegians aren't that big on religion." Not sure," Pavlov shrugged."You married?" Chino asked."Um... I was. I called the police, the hospitals, everywhere. I thought you'd been in an accident or murdered or something." I'm fine," Paige said, trying to stand without leaning on her irate hubby. "We just had a drink or two, what's the big deal?" A drink or two?" Dale asked through clenched teeth. "It's two fucking o'clock in the God Damn MORNING!!" Paige blinked rapidly as she tried to process the information she'd just received. "Just how big were those fucking drinks anyway?" he asked.