Into Temptation Page #4

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Okay.

No one's ever

asked me that before.

Worried about her

immortal soul.

I'll be god damned

if I pass that on

to my daughter.

I'm sorry

about the language.

Maybe I am just a fag.

Have you considered that?

What?

That you might be gay?

I am.

It's okay.

I've said that

to no one.

Well, then it

was high time.

It's okay.

You okay?

I'm sorry.

Hey, don't be.

Just hearing you say

that so matter-of-fact.

Well, it-it's nothing

to be ashamed of.

You really

believe that?

I do.

What do I tell Glennis?

My parents?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Get used to it.

Walk around

with it awhile.

Pray on it.

I can pray

on being a fag?

It's who you are, right?

Accept it about yourself.

Your loved ones

will fall in line.

Yeah, or they won't.

Or they won't.

Can you come back?

Yeah, sure.

We should

keep talking.

About your dad?

No, no.

About, uh,

about anger.

It stays bottled up,

starts to feed on itself.

That's true.

Know what a

heavy bag is?

You kidding?

No.

Golden Gloves.

Fourteen years.

Won City back in '89.

Retired on top.

Huh!

Excuse me.

Hi, sorry.

I'm looking for information,

information on prostitutes.

Three general kinds

of hookers, Father.

There's your street

whores. Mostly addicted,

almost all former offenders.

Short professional life span

and short life span. Period.

This book was written

by one who got out.

Actually readable.

Out-call hookers.

Slightly different animal.

Many drug users

who maybe haven't slid

as far down the scale.

Generally nicer looking.

Most out-calls are

repped by a pimp,

who runs

escort/massage ads,

gets a girl

out of jail, pays

some bills, et cetera.

How does a librarian

know so much about

prostitutes?

Why does a priest

want to know?

Please, continue.

Needs a place

like Vegas or

L.A. to work.

This one can afford

to eat well, stay

in shape,

get those

b*obs done.

You can't afford

this girl, Father.

If you were looking

for a specific girl

but you didn't know

anything about her...

You know nothing?

Well, um, I know

a little. But most

of it's protected by...

Sacramental Seal? Hm?

Right.

That doesn't help.

No. She wears

a crucifix.

So do I.

She's an Aries.

Great. What's her major?

Her voice

is unique. Um...

I don't know.

I'd recognize it

in a heartbeat.

Now it's my pleasure to turn

things over to Father John,

who will lead our discussion

as he does at the beginning

of every month. Father?

I'm sorry, Rosemary.

I forgot what today's

topic is.

Oh. Faith Based

Public Policy:

Blessing or Curse.

Right. Right.

It's a curse.

Hi.

Hey!

We-we talked

the other night. I was

looking for my sister.

Oh, yeah.

Find her?

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