'Forgive me Father for I have sinned,' Margaret said as the Priest opened the little wooden window in the Confession Box. 'How have you offended against our Lord Jesus Christ, my Child,' the Priest said with the routine indifference which comes from hearing hundreds of confessions. Father Morgan was now in his mid-50s, having qualified as a Priest in his...
Chapter Three -- The Fugitive "Master Tuko. This poor girl...surely you don't plan to take her to the guest cottage like this..." "No, Servant Helgakct. I don't want her in the house until she's cleaned up. And make sure her hair's properly braided before I talk to her." "As you wish, Master Tuko." Servant Helgakct brought a washtub to the front door of...
"These pork chops are too dry again!" came Father O'Connor's grizzled old baritone voice from the dining room of the rectory. "Why do you always overcook the meat? What's wrong with you? Did your mother never teach you how to cook a decent dinner?" Joan rolled her eyes. If the seventy-three year old priest did not appreciate her culinary efforts, then why d...
When the church doors open and the first notes of the nuptial march begin, Evellyn, a beautiful and voluptuous twenty-one-year-old redhead, feels a lump in her throat and almost begins to cry, but she remembers that it can smudge the makeup. Furthermore, she will not appear well in the footage and photos, whose video and camera operators are a few meters ahe...
Chapter 13 - Doña Lisette The middle of November came and went. Mike and Ruthie turned in term papers and started new ones, took and passed all their midterms, and prepared for the final round of tests and projects for the end of the semester. When they had work to do on their computers, they quietly worked in Mike's room. However, they often had to go to...
Author's Note: My stories are usually based on real-life events and tend to have religious themes. They are more about the process of corruption or good-girl-gone-bad, than about overt sex. If that doesn't appeal to you, then you probably won't want to waste your time reading what I write. On the other hand, what I write tends to be real-life events that hav...
Brianna was still lying naked and hurt on the hilltop when Marian found her. Only she was brave enough to look for her friend up there, while the men searched more obvious places in the forest and, especially, anywhere outside of it. Marian suspected no one really cared for Brianna as she did. Osgar, Brianna's father, clearly blamed his daughter for his wi...
Chapter 2: Preacher's Daughter The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * *...
My name is Amy. I can't believe how stupid I have been. I only hope I have not destroyed my marriage and killed the love of my husband and soul mate. We met when he came to our small town, fresh out of the seminary. Our church needed an assistant pastor as, the current pastor, Reverend Miller was getting on in years and his health was failing. The church c...
The Virtue sisters were the antithesis of what their father had hoped them to be. He had structured their upbringing around the names that he and his wife had given them. Faith, Hope and Charity Virtue, as young girls, were everything that a deeply religious father could ask for, moulded in the Reverend Matthew Virtue's vision of perfection. They each began...