Both snow and wind were gaining intensity. I leaned forward, squinting thru my icy windshield looking like Mr. Magoo. But weather couldn't deter me. T...he Vaginas need my inspirational pre-game pep talk. We had lost three-in-a-row and I was prepared to give each teammate the tongue lashing they needed. I was far from our best player. My skating was adequate but I hadn't scored a goal in three seasons. My true talent is beating people up. In hockey parlance I'm a "goon." No charm, no pretty girl,. People are going to realize that after a while.Enter Brother Johann Tetzel. He’s going to tell people that these indulgences will let them do bad things and they won’t get punished for them. Want to tell a lie? Buy an indulgence. Want to drop a water balloon on someone? Buy an indulgence. Want to shave the neighbor’s dog and dress it up like David Bowie from his [i]Life on Mars[/i] period, complete with makeup? Buy an indulgence. According to the people in Rome, Brother Johann is doing. Through the haze of cigar smoke, he studied the other six inscrutable faces around the table. No one was giving away a thing. He knew that a straight wasn’t the best hand possible but he felt it was enough. This time it was just enough. This was his round. Two of the other players folded, followed by a third. When it finally came time to show their cards, he revealed his straight with a flourish. Such displays were usually frowned upon but he just couldn’t help himself. He was about to reach. She stood up and tried to balance, unsuccessfully, and tripped over, falling to her knees and mewling softly in pain. Tris heard her name being called downstairs and stood up quickly. She wobbled unsteadily down the stairs and was extremely surprised by what she saw. There, her dominant boyfriend was sitting on the couch, with his three drinking buddies with him, having wide grins on their faces, and their eyes sparkling merrily and also lustfully. "Well, well, look what we have here, a naughty.