He drew a keyring from his pocket and opened one of a row of small lockers that lined one wall of the hall. He removed a large manila envelope, relocked the metal vault, and then we went back to the leather couch in the lounge. While opening the envelope, John said to me, “As you can probably guess from my name, Murphy, I come from Irish stock, and am a Roman Catholic. Due to some unfortunate incidents in my early childhood, I grew up with a great fear and hatred of all official representatives of my religion, such as priests and nuns. Since both of these classes of religious devotees are supposedly dedicated to celibacy and chastity, my neurotic distaste for them is all mixed up with sex. Now take a look at these personal pictures of mine which I just go from my private safe, and you'll see my kind of sexual abnormalcy, and believe the truth of what I've been telling you about The Club.”

He handed me a dozen or so large clear photographs, and as I glanced through them, the truth of what I had heard became all to evident. Each photo showed John, clearly recognizable, as indulging in some form of sex, usually abnormal, with a woman in the costume of a nun. In one picture, the nun was tied against a cross with her habit pinned up behind as he flogged her ass with a heavy whip. In another, the nun, helplessly tied, was having her exposed breasts whipped, and pinched by John's fingers. In still another, the nun was being flogged while on her knees in front of John, being forced to suck his cock. Another showed a nun, obscenely exposed, being fucked by John while she was bound to a cross in a classic religious pose. One which caught my eye particularly showed a man in priest's garb being beaten while forced to jerk himself off, and at the same time lick a nun's cunt while she sucked John's rigidly erect cock.

The compulsive need he had to debase and dominate religious people in order to enjoy sex himself, showed the deep emotional injuries which he had suffered as a child.