That I have fallen in love with my priest?" She asked, "Do you suppose that's all this is, Charles? Mary's story, though, had lost some of its humor. "You're not bald, are you?" Then she remembered the damp hair she'd fell last night when he'd let her fingers get close to his head. I mean, there is a real seduction to having someone listen and know you, accept you just as you are." Louise paused.
He was big and bald, though we decided he had nice eyes. Then she would get out her rosary and pray to the Holy Mother that he would give up the priesthood. Sometimes she would come to my house afterward and swoon and fall back on my bed, talking about how deep his voice was, how intimately he understood her. So that, after a while, she just went to hear his voice on the other side of the cubicle. Everything the priest said to her seemed so beautiful and wise. "Mary just kept on going and going to confession.
Anyway, Father Tata was kind to her." Louise couldn't keep from laughing again. She went once, and it wasn't as bad as she thought, so she went back. And Mary's parents made her go to confession. You see, there was this priest in New York. "You're going to tell me, aren't you?" He slid off her but stayed close, belly to hip.
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