The minister sat staring across the room. He didn't want to talk about the things that went on at the School Board offices, but he couldn't help thinking about them. Once again, he thought of what he'd heard of a young girl lying on a bed, her slim white thighs spread wide while some dirty old man ran his fingers along the sensitive skin up between them, stopped at the little triangle of curly pubic hair, teased at it, and licked his middle finger towards the glistening hole half hidden within. Lord, he could almost see it, almost see the lewd expression on the man's face, as he traced the narrow slit of her cunt, then stopped to burrow in between the moist warm walls. He could almost see the leers on the faces of the men watching… how many would be there? Five or six? A dozen? He didn't know, but he knew one thing for sure; he'd like to expose these perverts and prosecute them to the full extent of the law.

Did all the men out there stay in the room with the girl and the man who were copulating so obscenely? Or were they watching through the two way mirrors that the caller said they had out there? Reverend Corman had never seen anything remotely like a two way mirror but he'd heard about such things. Dear God, the whole idea made him practically violently ill. He got up, started pacing restlessly back and forth, got himself another drink, and drained it in practically one swallow.

"Well, if you don't want to," she said.

"It's not just the story, Julie," he said, shaking his head.

"Then what?"

Brad couldn't tell her. Merciful heavens! She was so good and decent; the kind of wife any man was lucky to have. A wonderful woman, the very best. How could he talk to her about such depravity, such filth. She wouldn't even understand. What if he told her about some of the other things that went on there… at least, what he had heard… the way some men like to lick the pussies of these little girls.