I want you to try something. Let's get one of this big-dicked boys over here. I'm sorry that I never got to see you whoring, baby, I'll bet that was r...ally something.can you do your whore talk on one of these boys?" 'my whore talk?" Yeah, the way you talk when you get going>>"'Ooh, tha! Yeah, okay, that's for the birthday show, but Sarah, I want to get all kink-o with you pretty soon." Okay, let's find a boy here who wants to play..."Sarah climbed up with me, all nakey now. She gave me me a. After a while, she settled down and snuggled into my arms."I'm sorry." Randi whispered."Shh ... That's OK." No," She looked at me, "I mean that I'm sorry for the way I've treated you."My heart skipped a beat, I pulled her closer. "I'm sorry too."She kissed me. The Earth shook, the trees sang. My soul erupted in Fourth of July fireworks. Actually, I held her and shook like a leaf in the wind. The one and only thing that mattered was the delicate pressure of her soft lips against mine. She. And, when it runs out, she'll probably convert her compassion fatigue into piety. She reminds me very much of my first wife. In another era, she would have been a saint... or at least a goddamned nun."The last few words revealed a weariness Marigold had never heard in Dr. Anton's voice before. She was stunned enough that she said absent-mindedly, "Jennifer is an atheist."Dr. Anton chuckled, "I understand that many of the best nuns are."Marigold sighed, "How would I get back?"Dr. Anton indicated. “Sure, your old more than ready, and without Ann it’s been getting hard to keep up with all the orders.”Rebecca still remembered her sister Ann’s last day working at the shop. It was the first time she had been allowed to watch her father work. She vividly remembered holding Ann’s hand as her father finished getting her ready, the calm look in Ann’s eyes as she watched their father lift the cleaver, and the way her hand had tightened on Rebecca’s momentarily as it came down through her slim.