Most people come to confession once a week; some come once a month. Not Alice. Alice would confess to me almost every day after school. Of course I wo...ld stop anything I was doing to help her alleviate some of the heaviness she felt in her soul. We would never do confession in the confessional box. She liked to talk to me face to face. Her confessions started out pretty standard for a girl of her age. Dishonoring her parents by not listening to them, little white lies here and there, stealing. Misty looked and looked and even lifted her skirt a little to see the hose tops, the garter and her legs. The clerk told her she looked lovely, I seconded it. Misty looked at me and asked me if I didn't think the skirt was to short. I told her that it was perfect, show those legs, they are yours, be proud of them. She looked at me at told me but they were to fat. I told her nonsense, they were muscle."I don't look to tarty? She asked. Nonsense I told her, she looked beautiful and I would be. “David do you know what an Oedipus complex is?” Michele asked her son.He looked quizzically at his mother and shook his head.“It’s when a son becomes infatuated with his mother,” Michele murmured and cleared her throat.David went ghostly pale and then his face blushed a burning bright red. He shook his head vehemently and a single tear ran down his face; he slumped down in the sofa and bowed his head.Michele put her arm around her son to comfort him; she pulled him against her and hugged him. Knowing that they would only hinder Bret if they stayed the girls ran. Now everyone knows that a bear can run faster than a human. But no one had considered what a person with Bret's skills could do in a confrontation. Obviously the Bear exceeded Bret's strength but Bret did have knowledge and quickness on his side. Using misdirection and passing sweeps Bret was able to keep the Bear from using her superior strength. Since there was no hope of Bret striking and hurting her he could only hope to.