Chapter Eleven
The Final Days of the Contract
After sharing a dinner of aphrodisiacs, we returned to church with our groceries and clothes and s*x toys under cover of night. We walked through the chapel with our belongings like masked vagabonds and went directly to bed, too exhausted for s*x. The final thought I had for the night was of Marco swaying to and fro from the end of the rope and if anyone had found him, poor man. I wondered if he had prayed to God, asked forgiveness for his sins and received absolution before stepping off the chair and hanging himself. Was Marco admitted to the Kingdom of Heaven at the last minute like the thief on the cross? Tossing and turning in bed, I asked myself how a lifetime of selfishness and evil could be negated so easily by a quick confession at th
