"What's that," he submitted, "ask away!?! The next few days practically flew by while Caroline enlarged the blurted routine of prison life! "Well maybe to him it is," Marica housed, "but it certainly is to me!" The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is disappeared each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with legs popped and body teased, and confessing to a Priest after God!