What used to be considered a side perk of the job we do, is so fucking taboo we are scared to look one in the eye, why couldn't those stupid bitches k...ep their knickers up?It's a profession that's done by many and has a terrible effect on ones life and marriage, my own ending a few years back at the age of thirty six. The stress, the poor wages, the fucking never ending hours pouring over homework, little love notes from puppy sick boys, written surreptitiously on margins, little hearts drawn. I leaned in close, my arms sliding around him, breathing in the smell of him. I sought his lips, kissing him slowly, deliberately, so hungry for him and yet not wanting to rush, not wanting to miss a thing. He held me tightly to him, as lost in our kisses as I was. I broke away to look at him again. He smiled knowingly at these affectionate little acts that have become sort of an Absorbing Ritual for me. For us. After a few minutes like this we managed to move away from the entry to the main. I nodded permission."Don't look at him, I asked you a question."Placing my hand on Chandra's shoulder to keep her from speaking, I replied "She was instructed to obey me by her Mother. Until she is released, I am her first priority. The girl has done no wrong." Still concentrating on Mother Diana, I continued: "You may answer fully and honestly, Postulant." I swear that I would not be surprised if Mother Diana's face cracked and had chips fly off of it every time that she spoke.Chandra was not. “Can’t do weed in the theater. Probably some friend’s crib,” she said. I suddenly began to worry.“Weed? You think she does drugs?” I said. I know my voice carried a whole lot of newly acquired angst.“Nothing heavy, I don’t think, but I think it would be good to keep an eye out. Sometimes kids don’t think until it’s way beyond the point of no return. Just my thinking others may differ,” she said. I nodded my understanding and concern.“I wouldn’t worry unduly. We’ve talked about this stuff,” she.