Luke 15:32 – It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.

The days that preceded my birthday were filled with lust and sex. Not only with Father when ever we could, but also with that shy young girl. Her and I were able to have several quick tete-a- tete’s in secluded spots around the grounds. I loved making her squirt down my throat and having her wiggle her puckered anus on my tongue.
Most of the encounters that Father and I had were purely sexual or totally church business. We never talked other then to profess our love and needs to each other in moments of passion, or to conduct business. But I could not only see his love for me in his face I could feel it when we were together. I believed that I loved him. How could I not.

September is truly beautiful in the northern half of Wisconsin. All the trees changing color on rolling hill after rolling hill. While walking across the grounds to retrieve the rakes to clean up some of the leaves that were making a lot of rustling noises as I walked through, I realized that the noises weren’t just coming from me. I wasn’t scared or surprised that someone else would be on the grounds. There was always someone around somewhere most of the time. THere was no way around it. I turned to say hi to who ever it was and realized immediately who it was. That shocking copper hair. Buddy

Always at the shed. It was he who grabbed my hand and led me quickly to the shed. As soon as we entered he started taking off his clothes. I took a moment to take in all the changes. He was now almost 16, and had definitely had that growth spurt he so desperately needed so long ago. He was at least six foot tall. With a body that was lean and svelt. Six pack abs and shoulders that looked as if they could carry the world. I wasn’t sure where he had been but it looked like he had been working like a horse. His muscles reminded me of the ripple of a young stallion running.

I removed my clothing as well and thought to turn the nail to hold the door shut. We didn’t need a repeat of what happened last time. He didn’t say a word and he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him forcefully planting a hard deep kiss on me, his tongue going deep into my mouth . He reached a hand down and grabbed between my legs with a strong grip. Slipping his middle finger inside my opening.

“you’re already wet, what a wanton slut you are after all, guess you missed me.”
” shut up and fuck me brother.”

Our love making, if that is what you can call it was hard, fast, and nasty. Buddy propped me up on some boxed and swiftly entered my hot slit. He pumped in and out furiously slamming into me so hard my back was hitting the outside wall of the shed. My legs were spread so far apart I almost felt like he was going to split me like a wish bone. I liked it. With every thrust there was so much force it almost hurt bad enough to make me cry out to stop. But not quite. Just on the brink of not being able to take it set me off in a series of small orgasms that kept getting bigger and bigger with each one. Till Buddys cock emptied in me with a force I felt deep in my belly. Setting off one huge orgasm that washed all over my body making my whole body spasm and twitch uncontrollably on his cock.

Buddy collapsed onto me with his head on my chest. I put my arms around him and gently stroked his body. His cock slowly slipped out of me and I felt his seed dripping out of me. He must have not emptied his load in a long time as it felt like there were rivers of cum running out of me. I put my had between my spread legs as Buddy stood and stepped away from me a bit. I slowly fingered my cunt spreading the flow of ejaculate all around.

” wow thats hot, don’t stop”

On my labia, on my clit, rubbing it on my mons and down my thigh then back to my clit. With one leg up on the box and my other spread out I started to masturbate. Buddy moved back to me and reached out putting a couple fingers in me thrusting in and out,.

” yes baby cum for me ”

I threw my head back moaning and panting. Rubbing my clit harder and harder. Getting close to orgasm, and just as I started to cum the door to the shed was pulled open the nail used to secure it falling to the ground. There stood Father Paul.

I can only imagine how he felt to find me there with another mans cum running out of my gaping hole. My legs spread for all I was worth and Buddy’s hand stuffing me.

As always I could read his face like a page in a book. After the initial shock of what he was seeing hit him his face fell with disappointment. Hurt was written on every one of his features. I realized how much I had just hurt him. I had no idea how much he cared till that moment.

I expected him to scream at me, to tell me what a whore I was, that I was a no good slut. I waited for his wrath. But it didn’t come. He just looked at me, confused, and asked ” why?” then turned and walked away .
I quickly hopped off the box and started to gather my clothes.

” Since when are you doing the Priest?”
“Well ya know Buddy you just can’t come in here like I am waiting in a bubble for you. I deserve a life and I am not here for just you ya know”
“I know Mary, thats why I am here to take you with me. I have a chance to get out in the real world and start making a living. I can take you away from here. Please come with me. Please let me.”
“oh Buddy I can’t make that decision now. You can’t just come here out of the blue and expect an answer right away. I love you and i think of you every day. But i have to go take care of this. Father doesn’t know who you are. ” With that I finished adjusting my clothes and headed out to find Father.
” Mary, I will be back for you in two days. I want you to come with me!”

Ecclesiastes 7:17 Be not overly wicked, neither be a fool. Why should you die before your time?

I ran to find Father. I needed to explain. He would understand when he found out who Buddy was. He would know it had nothing to do with me not loving him. It was early enough in the day that there were people walking around everywhere. I hoped to find him in his quarters and headed straight there.
Sure enough that is where I found him, hunched over in one of the chairs in the outer office. His head in his hands, his fingers tangled in his silver curls.

When I entered the room he raised his head slowly. His face was wet and his eyes red. I went to him and dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbing both his hands in mine begging his forgiveness.
“I’m so very sorry Father, “
“Do you love him?”
“Why yes Father, he is my brother and I love him as a brother”
Even though I could still see the hurt in his eyes I noticed a slight sign of relief in his face.
” Father he is not someone you will loose me to”
His embrace was all I needed to know that it would be ok .

I slept fitfully, feeling some of the old guilt from my early childhood as it pertained to Buddy. I knew by the way he took me that he still needed me. I was trying to think of how to tell him when he returned. I also needed to be with Father Paul. It bothered me that I couldn’t be with him that day, but the place had been abuzz with activity. The next day the Bishop arrived for a visit.

I was filling and doing paper work in the outer office , which was fully cleared of the supply boxes of earlier. I could hear the Bishop and Father Paul talking in the next room. The door was closed but the Bishop had such a loud deep voice it carried to where I was sitting. He laughed a lot, a deep rolling laugh not unlike an oncoming rumble of thunder. I could hear mention of the future, Monsignor, for the good of the Parish and other jumbled parts of the conversation. After 40 minutes or so the door opened and Father and the Bishop came to where I was.
Father introduced me, ” this is Mary, she has been with us since she was 12. One of our best and brightest”
” Nice to meet you young lady” Turning to Father Paul he said ” also one of the prettiest I would say as well, you’re quite lovely my dear”

I instantly blushed and looked down at my hands. As I did I could see Father Paul beaming at me with the biggest grin.
They continued out of the room leaving me with my warm face and since being so near to Father after not having him for days, my warm loins as well .

The rectory of the parish had long ago burned. That is why Fathers current rectory or as we all referred to it as his quarters, were in the monastery. There were two well furnished rooms that were separate from the small rooms with cots for the brothers and monks. The two rooms were a bit more lavish for guests such as the Bishop. The one that the Bishop happened to be staying in that night shared a wall with Fathers sleeping quarters. Any noise in Fathers bed could be heard in the bed where the Bishop was.

I couldn’t stand another fitful night alone in my bed. I knew I had to sneak over to see Father. My birthday was tomorrow. Buddy was supposed to return tomorrow. I had way to much to think about to sleep.
I found myself walking along the path that led from the orphanage to the Monastery. The moon bright and I could see very well. I made it to the offices and silently let myself in. As I headed to the back room where Father slept I heard a rustle in the over stuffed chair in the front room. Turning I found Father Paul there.

He was sitting in the over chair with his cock in his hand slowly stroking it. Our eyes connected and as I often do,I felt mesmerised. My body became tingly and I felt like I wasn’t in control of it any more. I just stood there in his gaze.
” Take off your shirt”
I started to unbutton my shirt, then pulled it out of my skirt and lowered it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
“Take off your skirt.”
I loosened the button and then unzipped it and let it join the shirt.
There I stood in my underwear , bra , white knee socks and black patent leather mary janes.
Father Paul just sat there slowly stroking his ever hardening cock .
I was starting to soak my underwear. I wanted to have him in me, any whole, anywhere, now. But I stood there. Doing what he told me.
” take off your bra.”
I reached behind me and released the hooks again letting it drop to the floor with the others.
A groan came from Father Paul as my breasts were exposed. My nipples hard.
“Remove your underwear”
I slid my hands down my hips then around to the front slipping them into my underwear, bending slightly and parting my legs I slid them down between them, plunging my fingers into my soft coppery curls and then pushing deeper between my lips into my wetness. A moan escaping my lips. I slid my hands back up and lowered my underwear to the floor stepping out of them exposing my sex for Father Paul .
“Nice”

THere I stood in my socks and patent leather shoes. Wetness seeping out of me and down my thighs. My shoulders back slightly arching my back so my firm breasts stood perky and a erect . Hard nipples pointing almost straight up.
Father Paul sat forward in the chair.
” Come near Child”
I walked the few steps towards him till I was right in front of him .
“Turn around.”

I did as I was told.
“Bend over and pull your self open for me. SHow me how wet you get for me. How much you desire me and my touch.”
I took one step sideways spreading my legs, bending and reaching behind me pulling my ass apart exposing my anus and my cunt. Both wet from my juices.
“Stick your finger inside your ass”
I bent a little further and slid a hand towards my puckered little hole and slid the tip of my middle finger into it. Just to the first knuckle, wiggling it a bit as I did, slipping it in and out.

“Further. Deeper.”
I pushed harder and it went in easily as I loosened my muscles around it . Past the second knuckle.
” Thats good my child, do exactly what I tell you .”
He still sat on the edge of the chair with his hand stroking his hardness almost absent mindedly. Focused on what I was doing before him .

“Fuck your self.”
I did
” Put another finger in”
I pulled my middle finger out and added my index to it and slid them both into my ass, as far as they would go . Arching my back so I could reach further and a sink my fingers deeper. Then I started thrusting in and out. Long strokes bringing my fingers all the way out of me before inserting them again and plunging them as deep as I could. My other hand holding my ass wide open. My breathing was getting faster, and my clit was getting harder and throbbing.

“Stop”
I did as instructed.
Standing there before Father , quivering with desire, my fingers deep in my ass needing to be fucked in the worst way. But he didn’t touch me. He reached back and grabbed something from the small table next to the chair.
” Remove your fingers. “
What else could I do but as I was told
” Clean your fingers”
I stuck them in my mouth, tasting myself , licking eagerly, sucking . Father Paul leaned a bit closer to me. I needed his touch so badly. My body was on fire with excitement and my need for him.

” Use both hands to open yourself fully to me.”
I removed my fingers from my lips and reached behind me to do as told again. Feeling deliciously naughty.
I felt something touch my slit. Father was inserting something between my lips into my open cunt. It was hard of course, and dry and felt slightly rough in texture. Was just a tad bit bigger then a broom handle and more square then circular.

“Thats a good girl, take it in all the way “
Thats when I realized he was inserting the roughly hewn crucifix from on the wall. It was about foot long and formed from squarish pieces of rough wood. No splinters but I could feel the texture of it as it slid into me. I was very stimulating and made me shiver with a rush of excitement like none I had felt before.

“Ahh yes my child. take it deep. Oh thats it. you are so beautiful, i can’t believe what you do for me. “
My breathing was fast and loud, and I subconsciously had begun to pinch and pull on my heaving breasts. Rocking my hips to open my self up as much as I could to take the cross up into me. Panting. Moaning. Sweating.

” Father, make me cum please?”
Father Paul increased the speed with which he was thrusting the crucifix into my hot wet cunt. I could feel an orgasm coming on, All my blood was rushing to my clit and my muscles started to tense up in my groin and up my abdomen as I got closer and closer.

” Don’t stop Father , don’t stop now.”
And there it came. My cunt muscles started spasming and sucking on the cross as wave after wave of deep orgasm washed over me. My cunt gushing copious amounts of cum all over the crucifix while my whole body shuddered. As my orgasm subsided Father Paul said ” that was a beautiful thing to watch my child”

And from the corner of room near the door another voice said, ” yes indeed it was a beautiful thing, yes it was.”
Turning we could see the Bishop walking towards us. He was in his night clothes and a robe and I could see his hardness under his pajama pants. Father Paul stood, pulling the crucifix out of me as he did so.

The Bishop came over to me and took my hand and led me over to the sofa. He lowered his pants exposing a huge penis. At least ten inches and so very thick around. He sat on the sofa and then said ” come here child and sit on my lap. “

He had one hand around his huge member holding out from his rotund belly. His other hand he put on my hip as I lowered myself to sit on his lap. He guided me so that my soaked and gaping hole slid down over his hardness. I expected it to hurt a little but it didn’t. I just felt this warm. piece of flesh filling me more completely than I had ever been filled before.

He guided me down till the entire thing was inside me and my thighs were flush against his.
He groaned and followed that with a deep sigh of contentment. As he took both hands and put them on my hips.and just held me down on him. I was sitting sideways with my legs together on his lap just like a little kid would sit on santas lap at christmas. Only I was being impaled by the thickest member I had ever had. I even liked just sitting there with it in me. I wondered if it would fit up my ass. But i didn’t think I wanted to find out just then.

THe Bishop started moving his hips slightly, making his cock move in and out of me just a bit. I was so wet there was juices running down his balls and soaking his thighs. I put my arm around his shoulders to hold onto him . He bent his head down to my hard little nipple and pulled it into his mouth. Sucking it past his teeth and then biting down just enough to elicit and little surprised noise from my lips. Releasing my nipple, he instructed me to turn outward and face Father Paul. I obeyed.

I was now straddling the Bishops lap facing Father Paul who was standing in the middle of the room, watching, and stroking his still hard cock.
The Bishop still had his hands on my hips and was guiding me as I rode his cock up and down. SLowly. All the way up till the tip might just pop out and then a quick stroke down till our thighs slapped together. I put my arms out motioning to Father to come to me. I needed to have him, He was who I desired. He was my heart, I needed him.

Father came to me and I grabbed ahold of him while I bounced up and down on Bishops lap. I could feel his hardness rubbing on my chest while the Bishops hands guided me faster and faster on him. His hips thrusting upward into me. I could tell he was going to cum soon. And With just a few more strokes his member swelled and started to unleash a huge load of his seed deep in my belly. He growled and moaned as he came and then he just laid his head back and every muscle went limp.

“What a wonderful child.” He gasped. I leaned forward a bit taking Father Pauls hard member into my mouth . Even half hard the Bishops big cock was still seated well inside me. Plugging my cunt. I started to suck on Fathers beautiful penise and I started getting very arroused again. I slowly rotated my hips on the bishops lap, with his cock still in me. I could feel his balls rubbing on my clit and I ground my hips down onto him.

With Fathers cock fucking my mouth and knowing that he was about to cum I started to shudder with another orgasm. I sucked in Fathers cock deeper in to my throat in my excitement and that made him fill me with his cum. His cock spasming as he pumped his load down my throat. Grabbing my head and pushing his cock deep in me. My well filled cunt squirting my cum all over Bishops cock, balls and lap.

I collapsed against Father Paul , resting for a moment with my head on his stomach. His arms around me. The Bishops now limp penis laying on his thigh just below my oozing cunt. Father Paul bent over and whispered in my ear, ” go wash up and get dressed my child. You should return to your room at the dorms.” With a kiss on my lips Father sent me off with no further words spoken.

I did as told and fell asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.
It was past midnight. It was my birthday.

Proverbs 3:5-6 – Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding

Many of the Sister’s and orphans and school kids knew it was my birthday. I was older than most of the others there and I had been there so long that I was well known. Also due to my job with Father Paul. I received many hugs and even some handmade gifts from a few of the other kids. One was a sachette made out of thick handmade paper and filled with lavender blossoms. It even had a tiny little purple bird drawn on it. Sister Martha had always remembered my birthdays and I always had a special breakfast treat waiting for me. This day was no exception.

She had a bowl of fresh bread pudding with raisins and vanilla sauce poured over the top. And just the right amount of cinnamon sprinkled over it . I gave her the biggest hug. She came across as a bit of a meanie but after all these years I think she had shown me the most warmth of anyone ever. We talked a bit about my future plans. I had told her that I would still like to join the convent and become a nun. We talked about the Bishops visit and that there was a Rumor that Father Paul could become monsignor. Before long it was time for me to head to classes.

I had almost forgotten about Buddys promise to come for me today. I knew I couldn’t leave here. This was my life. My future. I was coming up the back way behind the school building. Thats when he stepped in beside me walking shoulder to shoulder.

“Hey Sis”
“Hi Buddy”
“Are you ready?”
Thats when I stopped walking. Buddy stopped and turned back to me facing me. I didnt want to hurt him and I knew this would , I didn’t want anyone to see his pain. so I grabbed his hand and l led him to the basement entrance of the school. We stepped inside and I turned to him and took both of his hands. He was searching my face for any clue as to what I was going to say . I had my head down I was dreading what I was going to tell him.
I was about to lift my head and say something when I felt Buddy’s muscles tense in his arms. It was sudden and it surprised me. In a raspy harsh voice he said ” I can see your decision is one I won’t like.”

“Buddy, I just…” and thats when I looked up and seen the anger in his eyes. So much anger that it scared me. Not just for me but for him, It must be awful to feel so much anger. His face turned dark red, and the veins in his forehead and arms popped out. He let go of my hands and shot out one of his grabbing me by my throat. I raised both of my hands to his trying to get free. He pushed me against the wall keeping his hand on me. Not cutting off my breath but choking me enough I couldnt get free.

“You snotty little bitch. You think you’re too good for me now? IS that it? What the fuck? When did you get so high and mighty. You ain’t nothing but a fucking little orphan slut. “

His other hand was lifting up my skirt and fumbling with his pants. I released my hold on his choke hold and tried to scratch his face. I got one good slice in and then he grabbed both my hands in his and held them up over my head. He released my neck and ripped my shirt down the front. Exposing my bra. Which he then pulled down so both breasts were exposed. Grabbing one of my breast in his hand he gripped it digging his fingers painfully into my flesh.

” Look at you, you know you always liked it. You always wanted it but you pretended you were too good. Well you aint , bitch. And yo’re gonna love what I do to you now.

He leaned in and licked me from my jaw up my face to my temple. Giving my breast and hard twist.
I tried to scream but I knew that down here in the old basement with limestone walls three feet thick that it wasn’t likely anyone would hear me. But it earned me a fist up the side of my head. It brought stars to my eyes and I knew that it was going to leave one hell of a mark.

“Please don’t do this Buddy. Please dont hurt me.”

He spun me around so I was facing the wall pulling my hands down behind me holding them against the small of my back. Pressing me against the wall so hard that my face and breasts were getting scratched up by the limestone wall . It hurt and I was scared of Buddy. Fearful of his anger. What could it make him do? He got his hard cock out of his pants and lifted my skirt pulling at my underwear and ripping them partially. Exposing my back side. He stuck his knee between my legs forcing them apart.

With one sudden thrust he enters me annaly. I couldn’t help but scream out in pain. He started fucking my ill prepared hole violently. Still holding my hands at the small of my back pressing me into the wall . With every thrust my face and breasts were being rubbed raw against the wall.

I couldn’t believe it, my body was betraying me. I could feel wetness coming from my sex and dripping down my legs. How could i be getting aroused. I was scared and hurting. And yet as Buddy kept grunting and panting behind me fucking my ass with hard forceful thrusts I started to feel an orgasm coming on. I could feel Buddy’s orgasm coming on and it set mine off as soon as I felt the first squirt of his semen in my bowels. Squirt after squirt set off wave after wave of orgasm in me.

After Buddy spent his seed in my ass he pulled out and let go of my wrists. I was so weak from fear and my orgasm that I dropped to the ground. crumpling with my upper body against the wall . Buddy pulled up his pants and spat at me.
” Take that ya fucking whore. I don’t see your God protecting you now. You got what you deserved for deserting me. you’re no better than ma. Whore begat Whore. ” and with that he walked out, leaving me there bleeding and bruised and confused.

I couldn’t get up. Buddy was right. I deserved what he did. I had failed at protecting him. I was emotionally numb. I couldn’t cry.

Psalm 147:3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Beverly, the assistant that helped me with the startup of school season, came down stairs to get some boxes of chalk for the teachers. She found me curled against the wall in the same place Buddy left me. I don’t know how long I had sat there. Could have been several minutes or several hours. There were no serious wounds on me, I would heal physically.

I was extra sore due to the cold setting in from being on the basement floor. Beverly got me up and moving and we got to the top of the stairs. She took the boxes of chalk to the teacher who requested them and came back for me. We made it over to the orphanage and she took me into the small one person bathroom on the first floor.

There was an old claw foot tub there and the door locked. She sat me on the commode and started running the water in the tub. She added epsom salts to the water. While the tub filled she came over and started to remove my torn clothing. I was stiff all over and had abrasions not only on my face and breast but on my shoulders and knees and hands. Once she got me naked she helped me get into the tub. The water stung at first. Making me wince and hiss air through my teeth.

“Ill be right back just sit still “
Beverly returned with a small bottle and a dropper. She locked the door behind her and came over to me and gave me two dropper fulls of whatever was in the brown bottle. It was bitter and tasted bad.

After a few moments i started to feel better. The hot water loosening my cold sore joints. Bev took off her shirt and her bra so she could lean over the tub and gently wash my scrapes with Ivory soap so they wouldn’t get infected. She was very gentle and started with the ones on my face. They stung the most but I just sat back and tried to relax and let her do what she needed to do.

She worked on the ones on my shoulders, making sure to get any bits of debris out of my cuts. Then she went to my breast. My nipples had taken a lot of the abuse and were pretty raw. Bev lifted my breast and used a little soap on the wash rag and rubbed a tiny bit to clense it. I hissed in pain again. And she quickly pulled her hand back looking at me with concern. I nodded that it was ok and told her to continue. She leaned over and placed her beautiful pink lips every so softly on my sore nipple. Kissing it gently then moving her lips just so slightly kissing all around my areola.

Using the wash rag she gently squeezed out soapy water on my breast to clense it. Her head and mouth bowing down again to put her lips gently on my wet breast. It was very soothing. She paid similar attention to my other breast. Eliciting moans of pleasure from me. So soothing on my raw flesh. She stood and removed the rest of her clothing and shoes. The tub was big and she stepped into it. Lowering herself down into the water between my legs.

Facing me, her small breast resting on my abdomen just below my own. Her wet body slippery on my wet skin. I was feeling quite warm and fuzzy with the combination of the drug and the hot water and the sensation of her flesh sliding on mine. I was a bit heady I do believe. I felt like I was floating on more then just a little water in a tub. Beverly started rubbing her body on mine. her breast rising up and almost touching my tender nips. but then she would lower her body and run it down till her mouth was just over my breast and she would again put her lips gently on my breasts , kissing and running her tongue gently over them.

She shifted positions so that her back was against the opposite end of the tub and she was facing me. She slid up to me putting one of her legs under me and the other leg over my thigh. She started rubbing her sex on the inner part of my leg at the knee. The water swirling around my body felt almost like the caress of a lover. Beverly slid further up my leg and was sliding along my inner thigh . Both of us rocking in the water.

Just a little further up and she was rubbing her sex on mine. Rotating her hips to meet mine so that we would slide our labia together and then part sliding each of our slits along the others inner thighs and then bringing them them back to meet again and again. The water rushing around and in my openings adding to the sensations that were flowing over my groin and around my body. Both of us breathing heavily. and rocking with the motion of the water. My orgasm building and building my head spinning from the heat of the tub , the drug and the sex.

I wanted to cum with her. I tried to hold off as long as I could but that familiar rush of the onset of my orgasm was coming and I just had to let go. I grabbed her slipery leg as best as I could slamming my gash against hers grinding for all i was worth trying to hold on while my orgasm caused my cunt to spasm and contract. I dont know if my orgasm sent hers off but I could feel her bucking and convulsing against me. we were both left breathless floating in the warm water , content and relaxed.

Beverly was a god send. She got me clean clothes and bandaged me up as much as she could. Most of the wounds werent as bad as they had looked at first and many were covered by my clothes. The rest would be small little scabs in a few days and the others that were a little more prominant could be explained away as a fall on the side walk concrete. The bruise on the side of my head was mostly covered by my hair so long as I remembered not to put it back behind my ear.

Once I was in my bed and resting. Beverly told everyone I had been sick in the bath room and that she thought maybe I had a small virus or ate some bad food, on top of havng bad lady trouble with my monthly this time. So she bought me a few days to recover with out having to answer very many questions.
I got extra lucky as Father Paul was out of town with the bishop on a business trip for a week . So with a little rest, and some more dropps from that little brown bottle I healed and no one knew any better. Except for Beverly and I.

Job 12:19 He leads priests away stripped and overthrows officials long established.

Father Paul came back from his trip with the Bishop and I was up working as usual and except for a few scabs on my face, shoulder and knees I was doing ok . and the bruise on my head had faded even if it was still sore to touch.

Father Paul seemed very busy and preoccupied and didnt give me much notice. I tried not to care but it did sting a little bit as I longed for his touch, his scent. As I was working at the desk late in the day Father Paul came up behind me and softly told me to please come see him in his quarters after dinner.

He seemed so formal it made me wonder if something was wrong. I finished my chores after dinner and headed over to the Monastary. It was dark out by the time I arrived and there was a light on in his back room. I let myself in the front office and headed for the room with the light.

There he was. Leaning over his bible. As soon as I entered the room he looked up and closed the book. He stood and came to me with his arms out streached and encircled me with them when we met. Pulling me into his embrace he put his chin down and rested his head on mine.

” You feel so good My dear Mary, Thank you for coming to me. “
” Father I would never think of disobeying you. I only want to be by your side.”
” Such an obedient child, I couldn’t ask for more.”
With that he put his hand under my chin and lifted my face towards his and kissed me passionately but gently.
” You will be with me always. I will never let you go. I am to be Monsignor and I will bring you with me where ever I go . You are mine.”

2 Corinthians 11:14 – And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light
The End.

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