The Archbishop was wearing his feast-day robes and looked most splendid from every angle imagined. He had brought his favorite altar boy Bobby with hi...m to help him with the changing of the vestments and the ceremonial working of the service to be performed.Bobby was a sturdy young lad of sixteen. He was thinking of becoming a priest one day but didn’t like the idea of not ever getting into a girl’s pants because these days that was about all he could think about when he had an idle moment. Of. I can..." No!... hrmmh, let me... see here..."She took her hand off the shafts and braced herself against the saddle again, feeling around for anything on the soft, warm body of the saddle. It was just smooth, nothing except for the stirrups.She pushed down on one of the stirrup straps with her boot and the craft moved slightly forward tot he right."That's it!", Beck said, "..whatever that was!"Beck looked back, forgetting his orders, seeing his commander there, balanced atop that shaft, her. After a moment she said... “Get my robe and slippers.”“Yes Ma’am.” I said, and walked to the closet.I got her favorite robe and slippers, and walk back to the bed and stand. When she’s ready, she scoots to the edge of the bed and stands. She is naked, and as I held the robe up, she turned around and sliped her arms into the robe. When she turns again, I slip down to my knees and tie her robe closed. I hold her slippers to her feet and she holds the top of my head for balance, and slips her feet. This car is headed for the scrapyard I'm afraid," I told her."Oh no! Fuck! This day just gets better and better!" she said, exasperated."I can call and have a junkyard haul it away before the police come by and give you a bunch of heat about blocking up a part of the Interstate. Do you want me to call and arrange a tow truck?"She looked back up at me. "Thank you, Charlie. I'd be grateful for whatever help you can give me," she said softly.I called a local wrecking yard and the dispatcher said.