She kneeled before you to make her confession and something in your loins stirred. You’re a man of the cloth, but certainly not blind.
She confessed to slipping her wicked husband poison in his tea. As she laid out her motives before you, you pants tightened even more. Such a beautiful flower with such dangerous thorns. You were entranced by her. She reached out a hand and touched your leg. Her palms felt hot as hellfire and all thoughts of divinity and chastity left your mind. How would this beauty survive in prison? You couldn’t possibly let her be taken by the police. “Will you help me, Padre?” Her ruby red lips drift into a smile.
Of course you would.
