Sue cringed in fright at the outburst of hoots and hollers from the audience.“You ever do a strip dance before?” Sue looked at the host with disbe...lieving eyes and replied. “No, what kind of girl do you think I am?”“I know one sure thing. You’re a cute little slave girl so I guess we’re gonna find out pretty soon.” The audience roared loudly at the host’s witty remark and began stamping their feet.“I guess, they are kinda anxious to see you strip dance. “You gonna try and get a lot of points. “You’re in perfect health,” he said. “Your wife didn’t give me an erection either.”A priest goes duck hunting with a friend. They are in the duck blind when one flies by. The friend takes a shot and misses.“God dammit, I missed!”“Son,” says the priest. “That’s not pleasing to God and could land you in hell.”The friend just looks at the priest. A few minutes later, another duck flies by, the friend shoots and misses. “God Dammit, I missed again!”“My son,” says the priest. “Heed my words, that. I want you to know that I don’t care who he was or what he did. All I care about is what’s in here and here.” She pointed at my head and heart. Well, that was the problem, wasn’t it? In my head, I still had the old man rattling around trying to spoil everyone’s fun. I argued with myself all the time, even struggling not to feel guilty about renting a motel room. In my heart, I was seventeen and in love. And in love. And in love.“The biggest thing that I struggle with is feeling like I’m. Can you come to the Vicarage, to pray perhaps?"Harriet nodded."I will see you then," I said. I opened the door and Harriet scrambled after her mother and sister who were waiting, one patiently, the other impatiently, for Harriet.The next morning I called upon the Vicar. Again, the modern New World reader to whom this is addressed might be unaware of the situations of the times I am narrating. The Vicar was a priest, but he was a servant of the estate, and his salary and position were entirely.