* * * * * Miss Vienna wraps up her African fertility rite, takes her bows, picks up her numerous tips and vacates the stage. The stage lights go down. “Okay, Uncle Petie, let’s get my Thai massage...I really need one tonight,” Angel whispers in my ear. A small, dark figure, clothed in flowing robes takes the stage. Madonna’s “Like A Prayer” begins its introduction: “God...?” We start to make a move; only Angel stops us, saying, “Oh...wait. This is my new girlfriend, Danielle. She just started work here.” The spotlight snaps on exposing a nun, in black and white habit, kneeling in prayer center stage. All of you Catholic readers, with the nun fetish,...