It sounded like someone in pain. Was it my mother? Was she hurt? And I began to feel very afraid. But i couldn’t just stand there, I had to do somet...ing, so I slowly and very frightfully began to climb the stairs, one step, then another, then another, still listening intently to decipher the faint noises.It was then that another loud moan appeared, but it was followed by the distinct sound of laughter, faint but recognizable, and my mind began to spin yet again. Who was that? WHAT was that? And. .such a strange place only seems to entice ideas of beautiful places I know.Suddenly, it hits me, the smell, the breeze, the light, the feelings of the fresh grass beneath my body. Yet, I am fully clothed, unlike a moment ago, carrying the last things I had. To specify exactly the incredible confusion, sensations, and shock would be to tell God to be simpler.My deep hazel-green eyes taking in the strange sensations around me the best that I can. My breathing seems so...strong, so powerful. I. “If a priest’s daughter debases herself by prostitution, she thereby debases her father. She will be burned with fire.”Of course: Father White had chosen the verses. As Dana read, Sister tickled Kristen’s knee. With each feathery circle, her hand went up higher along her thigh.“He shall only marry a woman who is a virgin,” Dana went on. “He shall not marry a widow or a woman who has been divorced or one who has been debased by prostitution, but only a virgin, taken from his kindred, shall he. Before he put them on he fumbled around in one of his trouser pants and then handed me three more bills. He said, "I'm sorry I held you like that. I hope that makes up for it." I looked at him and said, "Honey, I loved it. We need to do that again some day. It was real kinky not being able to say no to anyone wanting to fuck me. You can do that any time, honey."I guess I said the right thing because once he had his pants on he reached into his pocket again and handed me another bill. He walked.