Checking that the door was securely locked, he turned. Evelyn was standing full on with her hands on hips, watching attentively for his opening wishes...for her. ‘Well…I guess first thing I should do is get undressed. Can you help me with that?’ ‘Of course, sir.’ Evelyn approached Mr. Rubin and waited as he removed his tuxedo jacket. She hung it on a clothes stand and returned. ‘You are very tall, Mr. Rubin. Maybe you should sit so I can reach you better.’ Rubin sat on a cushioned Ottoman. Evelyn. Now he steps up onto the footstool, and gets up on the old altar,lying face down, his bare, smooth little ass naked and vunerable. I turn on the cdplayer, and the Gergorian chants echo eerily off the old chapel walls. I takeoff my suit jacket and roll back my sleeves. On the nearby wall hangs a plainmetal cross. I take it from its wall-hook, and go up to the altar. I ask Fr.Joe if he is prepared to do penance for his sins. He agrees. I begin. It was a nice rig I put on the chair and hid it with the field jacket. The maker of the shoulder rig had mailed me an additional interchangeable holster for the .38. It made the .38 easier to hide so it was the weapon I brought along. A small strip of Velcro held the flap and gun in place. I just had to pop that Velcro strip and the gun fell into my hand. It was way simple."Take off your shoes and put these on," Mary Ellen said. There were hooker shoes she had for me to wear. I got a laugh out. Since we got married, every time I brought up the subject, Sandiwould say that this wasn't the right time. The more responsibility thatSandi assumed, the less she wanted to become pregnant. She believed thatif she became pregnant, that she wouldn't be perceived as strong a leaderas she had been. It seemed like there was never going to be a perfect timefor us to have a baby. This was becoming a bone of contention between us,and I was afraid that it might break us up.One day, in October, I came.