"Listen, I'm the vicar of that church and even I can't alter the flippingbuilding without their bloody permission." Tut-tut vicar, language!" Auntie B...ev grinned."No! It's true. This is secularism gone too far. A bunch of seculararchitects and 'job's-worth's' sitting on a bloody committee in Londoncan tell a vicar what can and can't be done to her own church. Thatbuilding is part of a living heritage, not some religious, architecturalicon frozen in aspic!" What about the Bishop? Surely he can. In the twelve days between the attack and his departure, he had run sixteen volunteers through his two-day training program and had another sixteen scheduled to go through upon his return. Though, due to shortages, they had not been able to expend as much training ammunition as he would have liked, his first group had shown considerable promise and a willingness to learn that had been unheard of prior to the attack. There was nothing like the shock of an armed invasion to jolt people into. "No, son... This is wrong!"Mom finally broke away and escaped. If she had closed the door behind her when she had come in i'd've had a better chance.I didn't go after her. I just shut my door and masturbated before falling asleep.I woke up a little after eleven, hungry. I headed downstairs naked and made myself a couple of sandwiches with some leftovers. I scarfed them down and headed back upstairs.I decided to go past mom's room. The light shown under her door. I opened it without knocking.. No matter where I was in a room, they followed me. Who wouldn't be suspicious? Sex and my mother were like cars for geese. She didn't know what sex was, where it came from, or that it was in anyway related to her body. Sex was a sin, end of conversation.Orgasms were a very different fish. I'd hear her screaming every other day or night, projecting all the usual uppercase, extended vowels, regardless if she were alone or with some guy who had talked his way upstairs into her bedroom. (I slept in.