"Salome, I need to go to ... to confession." Cindy looked pleadingly into her eyes.Salome kissed her forehead. "Come with me." She pulled the girl sof...tly to her feet and led her to a working terminal. She knew asking the AI verbally would be quicker. Sometimes turning back to familiar methods, a keyboard and a monitor created more value to the seeker."Cindy, where did you go to church?" Salome asked."I went to Our Lady of Lourdes on U.S. 19."Salome could type much faster than she could speak.. " Maybe I could," he said, returning her gaze.She actually blushed a little, something he wouldn't have thought her capable of based on her reputation. "Well," she said, "I guess I'd better go give report to triage before she passes out in there or something. See ya later." She turned to head to the ambulance entrance."Later," he hailed, watching her jiggle as she departed and imagining the possibilities. Yes, he could definitely enjoy getting into some of that. And it seemed like she might. And to think that I met her by chance on a web site that boasts stories of erotica and desire. She certainly had inherited my likings for the pleasures of the flesh.I booked a flight and updated my passport so that I could return to Luzon, the island where I had found a woman's pleasures once and hopefully would again. Unfortunately her grandmother had passed away, her father, had died as well. I would attempt to console her in my grandfatherly way, or so I would call what could turn to sultry. Then one day, I connected with a girl who was 23 back then in 2016 and the chat went like this –Her: Hi, F 23Me: M 21, what’s up ?Her: Nothing much. Are you horny?Me (thinking to myself): This must be a trap set by her or she is probably a guy impersonating a girl and pretending to be one.Me: No, I am not horny right now.Her: Thank God! I wanted someone to talk with.So the chat continued for 5 minutes and we exchanged out contact information. We spoke on Hangouts and she had a soothing voice.