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I made parole the fall of 86 and a Baptist church deacon and his wife who looked very much like Alexandra Paul took me in and(lol) gave me breakfast. Well, Patti did anyway. They liked to play tennis and we spent alot of time at the church and soon enough they were comfortable enough around me that Fendol would be off early to the church to work on a sermon or minister to a family in need. Which left Patti home to minister to me. These Baptist women were mad for it. From the first morning we were alone and Patti made and served me breakfast in lingerie and a thigh length silk cover I knew playing it slow and polite with them had been the winning move.