Zack grinned and Mandy winked at him."I guess we better dry off." Okay."Zack shut off the water, opened the stall door and handed Mandy a towel. She s...hook her head, motioned for him to step out and became enveloped in a cloud of steam, and then said, "All dry" as she fluffed her long hair with her fingers."What would you like to eat?" Zack asked, rummaging in the refrigerator, "We can always order in." Let me think," Mandy replied. "The last meal I had, I shared a roasted ox with some nice men. " Ha! Details! Give me details!" Pfft. A gentleman never tells. Especially not to brutish louts like yourself."Mark clutched his hand to his chest, "Brutish lout?! You wound me to the quick, sir. I may have to thumb my teeth at you." Heh. Good to see you're actually getting some use out of that English lit degree." It never hurts to bring out a touch of class to brighten the lives of poor ignorant slobs. Besides, I get a lot of use from my degree. You should read some of my incident reports.. The next two weeks went by quickly, and we were closing in on the end of the school term. Cassie and I studied together every night, but we didn't have the opportunity to sleep together as both of our room mates stayed home over the weekends. By the time our little escapade came around, we were both ready to spend some time with each other, as our passion had built up, along with our anticipation of learning if she was or wasn't pregnant. I picked Cassie up on Friday morning and we drove the. The parishioners were well-heeled, and the posting was a plumb for which the good father was profoundly grateful. While he personally could own no property, his rectory, had it been a private home, would easily have been worth multiple millions of dollars. His parishioners kept him in the latest electronic goodies, and supplied him with a late-model Mercedes for those occasions when public transport wouldn’t do.Not that Father Mahoney had not done his best to deserve such things; he was.