I tell her she has to do my bidding.

The next morning, when Alison comes in for breakfast, she has changed her look completely. She looks tired, like she got little or no sleep last night without a bit of make-up. She is wearing an oversized sweatshirt and long skirt that nearly reaches the floor, and for some reason I find this new look sexy as I imagine her tight body beneath the baggy clothes.

She pours herself some cereal and is eating in silence. Last night's confession must be ringing in her mind.

"Alison, I've decided on how to cleanse your soul." She squirms on the chair, as if she is feeling the demons inside her body.

"I think the first step is for you to really, deeply, feel the fear of the Almighty."

"Oh, I do Mr. P!"

"No, you don't!" All the stories you told me about your schooling, and resentment, makes me believe you feel you can get away with anything. I can demonstrate the difference between how you feel and how you should feel. Do you feel fear of the Lord when you realize that he knows what you have done?"

"Yes, I, I do." She sounds unsure with a tone of wondering where I am going with this.

"We'll, let's suppose that I call you father and tell him about how you've been spending your time."

"OH NO! You CAN'T!"

"Apparently, you fear your father knowing more than the Lord! Is that true Alison?" She lowers her eyes to stare numbly at her half-empty bowl. "So maybe I should call your mother and tell her?"

"NO!" with total panic! "Anything but that! That will kill her! She is too weak!"

I then look her straight in the eyes and ask, "Well then, which one should I send this to?' And I tap my smart phone screen. And Alison's voice emits-

"I am a whore! I let him f-fuck me..." I tap pause.

She looks at me wild eyed. "You cannot! Please!!"

"Okay, calm down." I think we have options. The first option is you pay rent. Seeing that that is not currently possible, I feel charitable if you decide to submit to a complete repentance, starting now.

"Please, Mr. Patterson, anything!"