"He really had flipped! It had been him all along going around hurting, even killing people. The horror of it, was he thought he was doing it for me. ...I felt terrible, like it had been my fault. I mentally shook myself to clear that out of my head. There was no benefit in thinking like that, no matter what I had done, he was the one who had decided to do the damage. If it hadn't been me it would have been another girl. I had to stay strong and fight this bastard for everyone's sake, including my. ”Father Nicholas laughed softly, “She’s Jewish?”“Yes. Her grandmother was a Russian Jew who was expelled from the Soviet Union.”“Are you going to ask Mrs. Sokolova or one of her friends for help?”“I think I can do this research on my own, Father. Appropriate research.”“I should think so, Subdeacon! And if you are taking the ‘matchmaking’ approach even without using a matchmaker, don’t forget there are at least a dozen girls in the right age group at the cathedral if none of the young women here. He was really nice person and we liked talking with each other. We used to talk more frequently now. It had been around 2 weeks, One day he asked me out for a date and we agreed to meet at a restaurant.I dressed up in jeans a tee shirt and a jacket. (I don’t wear only a tee shirt as my boobs are quite visible in them.)I was really anxious about this meeting as we still had never seen each other. We had coordinated and booked a table for us. When I reached there he was waiting there on the. He had darker skin and his head was shaven, he wore a white T shirt, and a pair of jeans.I began to stand up when Boris yelled, “No, make him feel at home, as if it was me!”I knelt in front of the stranger, and pulled down his trousers and boxers. His cock swung out, it was erect, the head of his cock was almost purple and mushroom shaped. At the tip of his cock he sported a piercing, it was a ring that went through his glans.I looked up at Boris before I took the cock in my mouth; he nodded.