Thomas had gone to confession again for his encounters with the female entertainers. This type of sin isn’t easy to deal with. It gave him a different perspective on people struggling with it. Sympathy. He did not confess that he had help move drugs into these places, because he did not really know till one of the bar tenders opened a box. He thought it was a drink mix till one of the dancers clued him in. 

He kept kicking himself, [i]I should have stayed in the truck.[/i] the first time he got out to be helpful, after that it was like a Catholic school boy trying to look up a school girls skirt as she climbed the steps. 

Thomas got a phone call from Harry Brown, a junk yard owner. He had been told by one of the priests that Thomas had time on his hands. One of the guard’s wife had a baby and he wondered if Thomas might take a few night shifts. The job required that he walk around the junk yard if the dogs barked, watch the video cameras, and he got to wear a guard hat, coat, and carry a baton. The uniform even had a badge. If something was going on, he was to call the cops. 

When he hung up, he headed to the apartment. He tried to rest. He would go stop at the bookstore and get books on porn addiction to read up. The is was worse because when he closed his eyes, he could see the women, smell them, and feel them brushing against him. Tonight he would battle the devil.