She woke up happy as ever. A smile adorned her cheeks almost the whole next day. Life was good. She was going to lunch with Fr. Dennis. Her and Fr. De...nnis, she kept telling herself. They went to lunch. She was thrilled about it too. They talked about everything. She was enthusiastic too. She soon “fell in love” with this guy, a priest, and her former teacher also. She’d asked herself why did he have to become a priest. She didn’t know why. To Melissa she felt it had to be a bad career decision.. I personally rue the daypeople stopped talking about 'mysteries' and started using that ugly word'paradox.'"Daddy bit his tongue. He knew perfectly well that people stopped talkingabout mysteries because there is only one true mystery in the whole ofGod's creation - where did God come from? Well, if you discount thingslike why you always end up with odd socks. He also knew that a paradoxis two ideas that apparently contradict each yet are both true. The onlyconnection he could think of to. Rumor had it that one of the employees attending a swing party saw Mrs. Martin being fucked by three guys at once. One in her cunt as she straddled him, another in her ass from behind and one guy fucking a big cock in and out of her mouth.There was no way of knowing if the story was true but it only enhanced an already awesome Reputation. This was not lost on me as I was constantly looking for role models and more importantly what facade I wanted to display to the Corporate world. I already. Jill does have a mouth, but she did have a point; we both knew who each other were before I popped the question." Fair enough," Becky added, getting off me and bringing me up with them too. "Let me ask, Jill, was she a bitch when you started working for her?" she pondered, wrapping arms around me."Um, yes, I guess." Yes, but now you're seeing her in a different context, right?" Yes." You don't want her to be perfect, just better because she can be, correct?" Um, just to be clear, I'm not.