I try to come up with the right words and finally say, “Like God touched me.” “That’s exactly right,” he says. “God touches you through me... his priest. Would you like him to keep touching you?” “Yes, please,” I manage to mumble as another wave of trembling goes through me. He takes my nipples between his thumbs and fingers and begins to pull at them. This is something I do to myself every night in bed so I already know how good it will feel. “Does God touch Sister Immaculate Heart?” I ask.. Crickets’ nightly song reached me through open windows. A cooler ocean breeze was lowering the temperature, helped by the ceiling fan rotating silently above.I nursed a beer. I liked beer but alcohol didn’t like me - something in the way I metabolized it. First my tongue would go, then my morals. Four beers and I was as dumb as a stump, and equally articulate. It meant my consumption of beer was limited to one or two, so I cherished them. I traveled the world through beer. Tonight, I was. I was still checking in withMrs. Miller, and then going home after school, and maybe I was doing somehomework. School was getting out for the summer, and I had just found outI passed to the third grade by the skin of my teeth.The 3 months of summer were a blast, but summer vacation was coming to aclose, and I was about to start a new year at school. I was startingthird grade this year, only it looked like I would be going to adifferent school. Mom had decided to transfer me over to the school. Thebrains of the bodies you're now in, just those of very young children,just can't hold all of the information from your more mature memories.It's happening to us all, with varying results, as the body's sensationsinfluence what we feel, our minds will adapt towards what it feels. Thatseems to be how Doris seems to be picking up more and more human traitseasier and easier the longer she's in an adult human body."The two changed officers came over, Judy Cross carrying her superiorofficer on her.