[center][h3]Father Thomas[/h3][/center]

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True to her word, Thomas' phone rang. The man introduced himself as Vincent and wanted to know where to pick him up. When he arrived, Thomas recognized him. He, his wife, and two children came to mass fairly routinely. This made Thomas smile. When the box truck came to a stop, Thomas went and climbed in the cab. He had worked at a warehouse when he was in seminary. 

Vincent looked at him a little funny and said, "Company policy is no riders. But, I got a call from the big boss telling me to come pick you up and treat you nice." There was a little smile, as he confessed his sin. "So, enjoy the ride." There was no radio in the truck, and Thomas' cellular phone did not work, there was just a heads up display with a screen built into the dash connected through some private radio network. 

Vincent looked at Thomas, "Company policy, no cell phones. They are jammed. Not radio either. It is safer that way." he shrugged. 

Thomas smiled and made small talk with the driver. Talking about church and the man's family. When they got into to traffic, a computer voice came on. "Traffic, please be quiet and pay attention." Vincent shrugged. Thomas pulled out a rosary and started praying in a whisper.  "Is the traffic that bad that you need to pray," a woman's voice came through the screen. 
"It's brutal, some bozo with New Jersey plates driving his Mazda keeps weaving, think he could kill with that car," Vincent said giving Thomas a wink. Thomas got the idea, that he needed to be quiet. 

When they stopped at the first club, He tapped some buttons on the screen then hopped out. Thomas got out too.
"You push a dolly?" Vincent asked. Thomas nodded and climbed up the ramp that had been pulled out after the door was rolled out. There was enough booze and other boxes to fill the box. Two dolly's were there. Vincent loaded each and had Thomas help him wield it in to the back door of the club, through the kitchen. 

When they came into the bar, Thomas' mouth just about hit the floor. A couple patrons and a couple of the girls tried to hide, but when you are 97% naked, it is hard to hid yourself. Thomas started looking at the floor. Papers were signed and a bag passed over. Then they were on their way. This was how much of the day went. 

At The Paradise, some of the girls took am interest in Thomas. For some he was fresh meat, others thought he was cute, one described him as sweet and kept pressing herself up against him. He had blessed a few of them and prayed with a handful more. He was having a hard time. Natural biological reactions are natural reactions and he was trying hard to keep his thoughts in check. He even took confession from a young lady that was topless and acted like it was no big deal. With a gaggle of girls scantly dresses, Vincent called Thomas' name, making him look up. The camera on his phone clicked and the message was sent. Vincent ordered them two steak sandwiches that they ate in the truck. "Sorry," Vincent said, "the boss wanted protection." 

As they headed for Savannah, Thomas asked if Bella was going to black male him? Vincent smiled and said, "No, she just wants you not to get so nosy into her operations. She told me that she would destroy the picture or we can stop and have a 9 by 11" photo printed. Not many people get that royal of a treatment, you are a novelty." Thomas was suprised to find that there was a lot of different stories and reasons the girls did this job. Some liked the power it offered, others because they were desperate, some because it was good money, and others because of addiction issues.  

When the reached the monastery, Thomas hopped out of the truck tired and sore as Vincent drove off. He would call him in the morning for the pick up. Thomas headed for confession then to the chapel to pray. They were created in the image of God. They had fathers and mothers. They were someones child. Vincent texted a copy of the picture to him. It didn't help and he didn't delete it either. All the girls were "clothed" or covered as not to appear naked for the camera. Still this was a dangerous photo.