Steven's. God, it seemed, was looking outfor her. Without saying anything to Monsignor McClarthy about her being theformer Father Daniel Patrick Parke..., Karen told her old friend the sad story ofa good girl gone bad. Then, having informed the Monsignor that she wanted tokeep the baby she was carrying, he did what she had hoped and prayed he woulddo. Though it took several calls to find a halfway house that had a bed tospare, her old seminary roommate not only cut through all the red tape to. Rowena’s worst fears were not realised. Steven continuedvery quiet and she saw no sign of the drugs she had been sure would be in evidence. She revealed very little of her own life, her conversation being mostly limited to domestic matters and church activities. The little ember that had glowed the first day was still not quite extinguished, but she wrote it off as a ‘motherly interest.’ Steven on the other hand, had taken the earliest opportunity to inspect Rowena’s legs, and concluded, ‘Not. We decided against that. We kept our distance when not in the cart and while IN the cart, made it a point not to talk "toward" one another.I had on a pair of navy colored shorts and a black tank, with thin, blue straps over my shoulders. Kelly wore pale blue shorts and a cute, plaid, cotton blouse, tailored to her figure, with short, rounded "tails" front and back. With every swing that either of us took, our bare midriffs were shown. I watched Kelly nearly every swing, with each sighting. Her asscouldn’t take anymore of a beating and Sharon wasreally pissed. Let the bitch take her own punishment,Mary thought, as she hastened up. She’s been spoiledall her life. Maybe it will teach her a lesson or two.Her own cunt was getting wet; despite, knowing it wastotally wrong with her. She quickly grabbed the bed cover and started openingdrawers and throwing all her daughter cloths on thecover and wrapping them up. Hauling the bundle coverup, she quickly made her way downstairs.