Chapter One. Introduction
I often think how I first met the two old priests and Sister Mary. They were so lovely and kind. At the time I was a young married mother of two children. I was painfully shy and very conscious that I was a little plump.
I had to go to a church meeting to discuss my children's religious training and I was dreading it. At the time the fashion was short clothes and I knew this showed up my fat a bit.
When I got there it was wonderful. Sister Mary the elderly Nun was so happy and smily as she handed everyone tea and cakes. Father John and Father Peter were so chatty and made us all laugh. It was so nice I really wanted to talk to them on my own. So did all the other young mothers.
When I did get my chance with Father John it was better than I imagined. He made me feel so nice. I even told him my worries about being chubby.
He was so encouraging "But you are not fat, Mrs Marlow. You are lovely and plump. Just the way most men like women."
I started to feel good about myself but explained I was conscious of my big top. He laughed so wonderfully.
We were in the corner of the large room and he said encouragingly, "What I would really like you to do Mrs Marlowe is take a great big breath and push your Top out." I was self-conscious but I did it.
He made me laugh when he looked at my top and said "That's the nicest blowy up blouse I have ever seen. With your lovely plump thighs you look like a lovely juicy schoolgirl."
Apart from laughing I felt so swoony and nice. I wanted to talk to him forever. I asked him shyly if he would call me Lucy. He smiled and joked "My plump little Juicy Lucy."
He never knew how much those words excited me. For the rest of my life, I wanted to be Little Juicy Lucy. The words made me feel so intense.
I hovered around the hall all afternoon hoping to see him again but he was too busy. I remembered that he had told me he sometimes took Confession in the church house on Tuesday Evenings, so I decided to risk it.
I told my husband Derek that I needed to see Sister Mary for some advice on the children's uniform. He nodded agreeably. He was a very nice man but really didn't want to be involved in any decision making.
When I went up the church drive, the big door was open so I slipped into the lovely hallway and peeped around. Then he saw me. I was suddenly conscious of my short plaid skirt showing my rather plump thighs and felt terrible as I stutteringly asked him if he would be kind enough to give me Confession.
I tried to explain that I knew my growing feelings about dressing in school clothes like a Juicy Lucy were wrong. I needed his help. I felt so guilty and silly. I must have sounded like a child.
He put me at my ease immediately and told me "Of course, Mrs Marlowe. Why don't you sit down for a moment and draw your breath."
I sat down with some relief but conscious of my plump thighs and that I may be showing my underwear. However he seemed pleased with me which set my mind at rest.
He explained that he didn't normally give Confession at this time but he felt that I had been so honest telling him about my schoolgirl thoughts that he would make a special dispensation for me.
Again I felt wonderful and for some unknown reason I kept my legs open. He sat down opposite me and I started to confess my naughty sins and he nodded understandingly.
We also talked generally and he told me some naughty stories, which made me laugh and relax. I remembered the last time that he had commented on my juicy thighs and I tended to open my legs wider. I hoped I wasn't offending him.
He was reassuring and told me nicely "I like your knickers Lucy."
