The question was, the next time I called her number, would she talk to me? I mean, had I really done anything so reprehensible? Or was Shirley simply ...reacting to the fact that I knew too much about her previous life?Maybe it wasn't so much that I knew about it, as it was the fact that I had sought out information about her.Ironically, the greater part of what I knew about Shirley's past -- by far -- had come from her own words. If she had been less forthcoming at the reunion dinner, I would. His mother thought it was cute that his first name stood for man in Greek. All his life he was their 'little man.'"Andrey, let me get some pictures of you working on your new website. They will look so cute in the next album. Look busy and happy."The thought of his own website brought a smile to Andrey's face. His mother thought he put it there for the picture. He wondered what she would say if she knew it was the thought of watching some hot young girl suck a cock that made him smile. Or. They knocked at the door and he bid them enter.They came into his study and the girl had a smile on her face.The boy looked more apprehensive,perhaps he was beaten at school by monks and knew what to expect,but the girl,this girl,had no fear.She brazenly smiled as the Abbot Benedictus asked her name."Lorraine,Father", she said,still trying to muffle her giggles. The old monk looked at the boy."What is your name,boy?" Dean,Father",came the meek reply.The Abbot stayed sitting behind his. She gasped for a moment, then went "Urp!" and puked again.The smell of vomit in the air, and the taste in my mouth, made me want to vomit, but she was holding the funnel firmly in my mouth forcing my jaw open.She knelt there in front of the toilet (me) for about five minutes before standing, rinsing the funnel off in the sink, and returning to bed.Well, I had become so accustomed to drinking piss, eating shit, and swallowing all manner of bodily secretions and discards, that I swallowed her.