Sexploitation
Father Andrew Johns sighed as his secretary, Mrs. Crenshaw, came through the door. "She's still here?" "I'm afraid so. She says she won't leave until she sees you." "And she still won't give her name?" The receptionist shook her gray head. "No. She says that she won't talk to any one but you." She certainly is persistent, the priest thought to himself. Waiting four hours in his cramped reception area was enough to try the patience of even the most determined person. "Very...