Confession Ch. 01

He smoothed my hair and guided me down beside him. He kissed me, chastely.

"No more today. I am being tempted into far greater sin right now" – he gazed at my lips – "and I think it is time for you to go, right?"

I followed his gaze to the cell phone sticking out of my purse. 4:32. Heather and her mom would be looking for me any minute now.

"Sh-ooot." I shot up – straightened my dress, messed with my hair, grabbed my purse. I spun around to look at Father Damian and the bulge in his pants made me gasp. This was the first I had seen (or at least noticed) it.

Were all men that big?

He stood up too, grasped me by the waist, and kissed me hard. "Come back next week."

I stared at him. "I can't. Next week is Jfest."

He smiled darkly. "That's right, I forgot. I'm a chaperone." He leaned forward and bit my lip. "Go. Hurry."

I scurried out of the chapel. I reached the doorway when Father Damian said, "Emily. One more thing."

I spun around. "Yes?"

"This is a sacred commandment...what is shared within the bounds of the sacrament of confession must never be shared." He smiled at me warmly, but his eyes were very serious as he signed the cross. "And you are forgiven. I absolve you of this and all other sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."

I crossed myself. "Amen."