Mark's was a small school run by an order ofcloistered priests. There were no females at the academy at all; theteachers, as well as the support staff..., were all members of thereligious order.This morning promised to be appealing at least. A small group of ladiesfrom the local parish had been invited to share breakfast with some ofthe students and our teachers. This was to be something of a "get-acquainted" session, in that rarely had the academy grounds been open tooutsiders, especially women.. Instead I see the police escorting my father out in handcuffs with mom and Julie sitting on the couch together crying. I walked over to my mother and ask her if everything is fine now, and she forces a smile and nods her head and pulls me into a hug. Feeling better after that, I made my way over to Julie to hug her but her reaction suddenly startles me. She yells at me to never touch her and to don’t bother with her as long as I live and stormed to her bedroom. I look fearfully over to my. Hope you like it as much as I did. So this this is my story. It's all true, every word. One night back in college I was getting dressed to go to a frat party. What to wear, what to wear? I could go with a short skirt and high heels that show off my long legs, or I could go with leggings and a tank top with flip flops. Either way, I knew guys would pay attention to me and I wouldn't go home alone. I put both outfits out on the bed, step back, and evaluate. I decide to go with the short skirt. " A friend your husband doesn't know about." Not true. He knows about you." Oh, so he knows we're hanging out today?" Well, no. But I've told him about you." Why didn't you tell him we're hanging out today?" He wouldn't mind. I just don't want to stress him out. You know? I mean, of course he wouldn't think this is OK. He thinks I lead you on too much." Interesting. So he thinks you lead me on too much and wouldn't want you here today. But somehow I'm not your side game? Sure souds like a side.