I saw Paul at church last Sunday. He was so sweet, with those green eyes of his. I had to have him. I was old eugh to be his mother. I was Black, he was White. That did t matter. I asked him over to my apartment for lunch. I did things with him that were unnatural. Sinful. And I wanted more! Partial contents: Moving In - Reverend Mother Joan - The End Times of Sister Charity. Second Edition.