Properly equipped examination rooms, dungeons or jails are sometimes difficult to find throughout France. Considering the difficulty in keeping the faithful parishioners safe from evil, debauchery, witchcraft, heresy and sedition, I sometimes wonder how the Church maintains its authority at all at times. It seems there are examples of horrible evil lying hidden in every town I visited. Such was the town of Lyon. My patron and I visited here at the request of the Bishop, as there had been some problems with the jail.
I have been divorced for over a year after twenty one years with one man. Now, here I am at 43 and alone for the first time in my adult life. It had hurt when he told me that he was seeing a younger woman and wanted to be with her. It hurt even more when I happened to see the two of them together. I was walking past a local bar and saw the two of them having drinks, laughing, holding hands. He had not held my hand in years.
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When I was 11 or 12 years old, just blossoming into adulthood, the year-old boy next door apparently had a crush on me. I suspect I was quite hot already! He "kidnapped" me into his parents' garage, and strung me up by my wrists from the rafters.