It was decided without much input from poor Sister Angela perspective that she should be detached from the convent and assigned to a Retreat Spa in th...e Swiss Alps for contemplation of her sins and re-dedication to a life of service for Christ.That was certainly fine with Angela but she was somewhat upset that the way it was stated made it sound as though the church was blaming her for her terrible ordeal and she was merely the victim and not in any way responsible for the ordeal in any way. Each of the other four targets had a hole somewhere in the ‘X’ ring. Howard laughed and said, ‘And I thought I’d have Frank give you some tips on shooting.’ From that time on Gloria was the de facto weapons instructor for the Hallowell police department. Once a month each officer was required to report to Gloria and fire a box of ammunition (purchased by the officer) and take instruction from Gloria. Stan Howard was the only one that didn’t seem to benefit from the training. * * * Howard came. She looked pretty rough, of course; pale, hair going every which way, IV in her arm and a tube coming out of her chest, casts on her left arm and left lower leg. In spite of her obvious misery, she smiled when she saw me and said, "Here's my hero!" Her voice was kind of hoarse from the tube that had been in her throat during her surgery.My response was a complete surprise to me. I choked up and I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks as I took her hand and kissed it. When I. I went ballistic as I commenced licking.“Oh, Jesus, that feels good,” he instantly said.The taste and smell of the damp stench practically made me weak at the knees.“Yeah, you little skank hound, clean my fuckin’ pit,” Trev playfully growled.By the time my mouth moved to the other armpit, we had turned into rabid dogs. In an instant, I was on my back, with his left pit covering my face and my right arm between legs, my hand once more commenced spearing into his backside.“Jesus, oh god, yes,.