There are never any secrets. Not ever. Not in a large or small community. People are spies by nature.
Sister Agnes had caught Father Pete having sex with Meggan. It was their sin and didn't Jesus die for all our sins? Weren't they all washed away by His blood?
Sister Agnes younger sister had gotten married to a young strong bull of a Lithuanian, a police officer. For some reason though, after a full year of trying, she just couldn't get pregnant. He was livid. It had to be her fault. He began to beat her after coming home drunk from work. Sometimes he would have lipstick on his lapel, once he even had a pair of leather and lace panties in his back pocket. He would laugh and mock her. She wrote her sister, Agnes. "What can I do?"
"He is a beast!"
Sister Agnes loved her sister. She looked so much like mom, she would think. Dear mom. How long now since we buried her next to dad?
Sister Agnes took the bus to her little sisters apartment. She quickly went up the stairs and knocked loudly on the door. "Shelly! Shelly! It's me, Agnes!" She called.
The door opened a crack and she pushed it all the way in. In front of her was the dark haired portly man who married her baby sister. He stood there in t-shirt and briefs. His face had a three day growth of beard. He didn't say anything, the belch and loud stinky fart were too much anyway, words would only spoil it.
"Where is my sister!" Agnes demanded. He didn't say a word and Sister Agnes walked to the bedroom. There on the bed, wrists tied to the bed posts by the head board and feet tied to the foot board posts. She lay there naked, a split lip and black eyed, her nose still trickling a small river of blood down her cheek and onto the bed. Chuck walked into the room.
"Get out of my house you Bitch!" With a swift movement she brought up her hand, she had a tazer it's electric probes clicking wildly she moved it to his nose and pushed the button. His gyrating eyes and rolling hips bucked till all the juice streamed into him, then she pressed it again before he fell to the floor. Going over to the bed, she untied Shelly's hands and feet.
Her sister lay there while Agnes emptied the drawers of her sisters clothes. She put them in grocery bags and left some on the bed. She had to help Shelly put them on. She was that weak. Somehow Agnes was able to struggle, walk and carry Shelly over to the bus stop. She was taking her to live in the sister's house next to the school. This man had gone too far. Way too far. On the way to the bus stop she had dropped some of the bags. Shelly's neighbors had been peeking out windows and from cracks in Venetian blinds. A young thin teenage boy with brown hair and glasses found himself being pushed outside the door of his parents house.
His socks sticking out of his pockets, school shirt pulled out and naked ankles showing from the shoes he hadn't had the time to tie yet. He hurried to the grocery bags and picked them up. Running as best he could he just made it to the bus before it left with Sr. Agnes and his nice neighbor Shelly. Agnes helped Shelly to the bench seat in the back of the bus. David, the neighbor boy walked quickly behind them. He sat down next to Shelly. He was fearful of Sister Agnes.
She was still a stranger to the shy young teenager. He was eighteen. Putting the bags between his legs his head moved automatically, shyly down to his feet. Staring down like this he had a good view of Shelly's underwear which had been flung hurriedly into the bag. Embarrassed he tried to close the top of the bag. In his haste a pair of dotted white panties fell out, it was a well worn pair with a couple of holes in them. Not knowing what else to do, he tried to quickly grab them up.
About fifteen minutes later they were walking towards the front door of the sister's house. Shelly had gotten some of her strength back and was carrying one of the bags. David kept his shy little head down, mumbling answers to questions when he was asked. When they got to the door, Sister Agnes wanted to give him some money for his trouble but he wouldn't take it. Shelly was about to enter but turned around to notice that David was standing with the grocery bag he was carrying, full of her underwear, waiting confused with his back to them. She hurried over to him, lifted his head up and looked into his eyes.
"Something in this bag you want Davey?" She chided, trying to make a joke of it and break the tension. She opened up the bag and saw the bunched up panties on top, the ones that had fallen out before. She picked them up and put them under his nose and said, "Want these?" He started to cry, he was so embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry David, it was only a joke honey. Just a joke. Come here." She gave him a nice hug and kissed him on the cheek.
Then she looked at him, gave it some thought and gave him a nice sexy kiss on the lips. He was so rigid and afraid. Yet, it seemed to loosen him up slightly and relieve some of the tension. Sr. Agnes came over and hugged and kissed him too. He had heard lots of terrible things about Sister Agnes from the other boys. She was a terror and taught Algebra with an iron fist. He trembled as she hugged him. So much so, that she kissed him several times on the lips and eyes before she realized what she was doing. She then put a dollar in his pocket for the bus and grabbed up the bag, dragging her sister along with her, she went inside.
David would be finishing high school at St. Mary's after summer was over and school began once again. His momma was poor but somehow had found the money to pay the last years tuition. When he first heard of it, he thought "Just great, we have to pay them for another year of torture!" He hated catholic school.
Time passed by quickly, summers always pass by too fast. David found himself waiting for the bus with the other students. Chuck and Shelly were going through counseling and things were coming along fine. Sr. Agnes had visited his mom and given her a tuition free scholarship for the next year. She also had a check for her to help out. "I love your boy!" She said, as she was about to leave, giving David a big kiss on the lips and a huge strong hug. David blushed.
Everything was fine for Shelly and Chuck in the beginning of their marriage but as the months passed by and she didn't turn up pregnant; Chuck took a lot of criticism at work. "No bullets in the old gun Chuck?" They would say. He had handled it in the wrong way. The Roman Catholic church was giving them counseling. He would learn how to treat his wife properly. At confessions with Chuck, it appeared he was trying to make anyone pregnant. Anyone at all. The priest quickly scolded him and began the process of getting him on track. Shelly had been a virgin. She was frigid and found it difficult to even talk about sex or let Chuck enjoy her.
David was volunteering his time as office custodian, emptying trash baskets and mopping floors.
On Monday morning, early in November, Shelly walked into Father Pete's office. Father Pete was away but she found David there sitting at his desk. He looked startled as though he had just woke up. She decided to be playful. As an afterthought she walked to the door and removed the "Confessions in Progress" sign from the inside knob, placing it on the outside and locking the door with that familiar well oiled clicking sound. David looked puzzled.
"What's wrong Dave?" Shelly asked.
"Nothing m'am." He lied.
"Come on Dave, you can confide in me." She said and gave him her most honest looking face. "Well, my mom caught me masturbating last night and, and, and..." He began to cry. Huge body shaking sobs wracked him as the tears filled his eyeglasses and clouded them, making his shirt and tie wet.
"Oh honey! Don't cry, it's only natural for a boy to do that. I'll talk to your mom if you'd like?"
"No. Please M'am."
