I was twenty-three when it happened and honestly—I’m seventy now—and it still feels like it was yesterday because of how much it WRECKED me. I was teaching third grade at Saint Jude’s. You know the type of place, right? Very starch-and-kneel, very 'God is watching you even in the bathroom'... and I was the perfect little teacher. I had my lesson plans filed three weeks out, never missed a Sunday service, the whole nine yards. But then... well, it happened. And I wasn't even doing anything 'wrong' in the way the nuns described it, I was just... in bed. Alone. And suddenly the whole world just tilted.