. feel so evil for what I did... I-I..." Diane began to stifle a sob. "There, there, my c***d, nothing is so bad that you cannot tell me. I will under...tand." Father Thomas reassured her, eagerly anticipating what sin she had performed."Well, Father... I allowed Michael to but his hands under my clothing and let him fondle my breasts again. And I also touched his bare penis again. But... but... this time..." Diane could not finish her sentence. "Go on, my c***d," came the reassuring voice. "This. I froze and turned my back as I heard the tires squealing on the pavement and the screams that followed. I ran.A block away I stopped and puked up the red mixture Suze had served me. It burned going down and it burned coming back up. I headed toward a café I knew and had only gone a few steps when I heard a gunshot from the direction of the accident. I turned away from the café and headed toward the freeway. I couldn't take this. I couldn't go through this day again. No one stopped for me. I. "He was already rich. His car cost more than my home." They were a greedy bunch. I met them at a Giants game, some of them. All they talked about was money, money and planes, money and yachts, gambling, girls, jewelry, Las Vegas. That's what I heard. That and sex, sex, sex." Yes. Two of his associates have disappeared, and you probably are going to be called back and asked some questions." He kissed her neck and lips. "Just tell the truth, the absolute truth." He sighed. "It's another Wall. My indecision makes me even more nervous and befuddles my brain so that I have to grab blindly at items and take them to the bed. Hmm, a ball gown, have I worn this recently? He will be mad with me if I have. There is no point in changing it, he will be here soon so I change into it. The mirror tells me a lie and at a glance I appear to look glamorous; hair pinned up, long gloves, high heels. Under the dress I wear his favourite; scoop bra, french knickers, suspenders, a garter and old.