"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." She whispered from the booth opposite mine.
I know that I shouldn't impersonate priests but its so much fun to listen to human beings. You cry out to a deity who nine times out of ten couldn't care less what you're doing or why, you try your best to cry your souls out but they stay in place. Your moral codes are so twisted around on themselves that it's hard not to burst into laughter every single time I hear one of you plead for mercy.
"How long has it been since your last confession?"
"Three weeks Father." I think that might have been the longest she'd gone s an adult without confessing. With most people I'd think it was the weight of her sins, with Stephanie Pride I'm fairly certain she enjoyed hearing the gasps from the various clergy. This wasn't my first time listening to Stephanie's confessions; in fact I've followed this particular strumpet from when she was very young. When she was younger it had been all about who stole the cookies from the cookie jar, she was actually twenty three before it was all about the nookie.
"And what are you sins?"
Stephanie paused for a moment pressing her legs together. She's always so delicious at this point. She doesn't feel guilt, not really, she knows what she did is wrong but she's happier than a pig in shit. It's easy enough to hear it in her voice and that's for people who can't smell her arousal over the incense. "I took Benjamin Taylor's virginity." I remained silent listening to her continue speaking. "You want the details?"
"It is important that you confess your sins in their entirety if you want forgiveness my child." She took a deep breath and made herself as comfortable as she could manage in the tiny stall. "It was last week."
"At camp?" I gasped in mock surprise. It's amazing she couldn't tell.
"Yes at camp. I told him I needed a friend with me for the ride down the mountain so I could make a phone call." Stephanie replied.
"That was very wise of you. Nobody should be navigating those treacherous curves alone."
"It wasn't because I wanted a friend. It was because I wanted him." She was lying through her perfect white teeth.
"Really? He doesn't seem to be your type." Sometimes it's hard to believe just how vain humans are. Just the mere fact that I was aware of her had her chest swelling with pride. For the record she already has a very impressive chest.
"Okay he's not. Johnny and I broke up about a month ago. He said he found God, couldn't live with the things we were doing anymore. I know he's right, we're not married and what I'm doing is wrong but you just don't understand Father. It feels so good." She was biting down on her lips trying to keep the memories from flooding her. I only nudged her mind enough to break down that meager resistance. "I tried to fight it, I really did but it's so hard."
"It's not difficult for me to imagine."
"It's not?"
"Not at all my child." I wasn't exactly lying to her. Sure the things that I was having a hard time resisting were more along the lines of roasting humans alive to listen to their helpless mewling but it was the same thing in principle. We both had urges that we were having a hard time controlling. "We all do things that go against our better nature from time to time. I wasn't always a priest. I did have a life before I chose this." That wasn't a lie either. I wasn't now or ever a priest and I hadn't claimed to have been one. I just said that I wasn't always one.
