"LaShaunda," said Shanice, "Why don't you come over here and meet someof the other moms. 5 or 6 black ladies sat around a table, sippingcoffee. I re...ognized 3 or 4 of them from the congregation...It was partially terrifying knowing now that I would be accepted intothe "circle" of black ladies. In the first place, what would ANYONE Iknew say if they could see me now? I suddenly had a terrifyingthought... "What would my father say if he could see his only son rightat this moment !!! (his. He should have been mortified by the way he had lost it, but in the face of her reaction, how could he be? Seeing her happy, alive, and excited had always thrilled him, but now, naked and sexually aroused, she was the most wonderful sight he could imagine.In the modest bathroom, she wasted no time getting at the object of her lust. She was unfastening his pants before they were through the door. Somehow, she had enough restraint to wait for him to kick off his shoes. She also let him get the. .. it's a place to start."Dulcie and Peter were aware that ordained women were not universally welcomed in the church, and the 'high' Anglo-catholic St. Mary's had their share of objectors. (Two men in particular were observably hostile as Dulcie began the service and later were noticeably absent from the Communion rail, but there was no disturbance.)Harry took as his text the last chapter of the letter to the Ephesians – 'The Whole Armour of God'. He was a good speaker, interspersing his clear. The rough patch that he referred to had been the death of my girlfriend and her little brother in a massive accident that I was involved in. A drunk had ran a red light and slammed into our Honda Accord and totaled it. Miraculously I had not been hurt much more than a few bruises and a shit load of mental anguish. My girlfriend’s brother died instantly. She, however, had not been so lucky. I sat there with her as she cried in my lap. I had never felt so powerless in my life. What the fuck had I.