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- Page 5 and 6: Author’s Note:I spent the majorit
- Page 7 and 8: It’s no secret that reconciliatio
- Page 9 and 10: city, not the leisurely twang I som
- Page 11 and 12: you can do is try to find a new bal
- Page 13 and 14: week when the woman returned to my
- Page 15 and 16: self-respect, I have good deeds, bu
- Page 17 and 18: confessor, Father Brady, is really
- Page 19 and 20: That voice. Even though I’d only
- Page 21: I went straight home and took the c
- Page 25 and 26: turning their backs on us when the
- Page 27 and 28: Her hazel eyes flickered up to mine
- Page 29 and 30: like this out, but I’ve never bee
- Page 31 and 32: package, the manicured, sleekly hig
- Page 33 and 34: I took a breath, pausing a moment,
- Page 35 and 36: become their mistress. But I never
- Page 37 and 38: I felt it building, taut electricit
- Page 39 and 40: “And here I thought priests only
- Page 41 and 42: I should let go. I should apologize
- Page 43 and 44: “Any time.”She leaned forward,
- Page 45 and 46: ruined my chances at a happy life,
- Page 47 and 48: have you forgotten?”How could I b
- Page 49 and 50: “And that’s my real sin,” Pop
- Page 51 and 52: blouse she wore. Even with my wide
- Page 53 and 54: this, and one taste would not be en
- Page 55 and 56: sex,” she promised. “No sex, an
- Page 57 and 58: my stomach—hard—as if furious t
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- Page 61 and 62: sit here at my kitchen table until
- Page 63 and 64: myself to the point of pain, but no
- Page 65 and 66: If I seemed distracted, nobody noti
- Page 67 and 68: I slept perhaps three hours total t
- Page 69 and 70: The next two days passed without ev
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water and drank the entire thing in
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now, but the bucket couldn’t stop
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Knock.Knock.Pause.Knock knock knock
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said quietly. “I should go.”“
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outdated chivalry along with it.”
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feminism and all that. I’m sorry.
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“You want me to fight for it, lam
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made her clench around me. I hissed
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then the air conditioning kicked on
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presume to lecture them on the peri
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Millie huffed, as if I’d confirme
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Church, and now it was my turn to h
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After men’s group, I stopped by m
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stay away from you.”And then I ki
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responsibilities, and about how I w
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It hit me like a ton of obvious, ki
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I was as restless as a caged animal
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growled.“Jesus,” she moaned. An
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thinking of the prayer priests were
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and then I reached behind her and u
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I set her down on the altar but did
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rub her clit, thinking I would get
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because I felt as married to her ri
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I glanced down at her; she was both
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You would have been a fantastic bus
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I thought for a minute. “She was
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experience in the bedroom and also
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Poppy wasn’t at morning Mass and
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“What?” she asked, picking up h
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Premarital sex is a sin, right? And
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People might judge me for the way m
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I pulled out, my cock so hard it hu
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moved slowly, waiting at every move
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Something shifted for me that day,
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drink again. She looked a little da
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We prayed the entire thing together
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“Not today,” he finally said an
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overwhelmed by it all, embarrassed
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anywhere, and if she wanted to work
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streaming in through the window pai
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I finished cleaning her as I though
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She sighed. “Father Bell, I know.
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I strode forward and shook his hand
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and roaring obscenities at soccer g
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thing,” he elided. “Not that a
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And then I wanted to yell at myself
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It came from an unknown number, but
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inside her mouth, and I went where
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She stood and pressed herself again
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the pillow, I’d realized the room
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Thirty minutes later and we were pu
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“Then I don’t think he’s plan
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damp.But before I could delve any f
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The light was low—shades of blue
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do this with all the guys who come
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and nip at, as I slid the silk thro
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“No?” I tugged on the leash, ju
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primal need to claim her knowing th
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incense and sweat.I knelt in front
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Is this Your will for me? Am I givi
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walk out of this building today wit
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I couldn’t find Poppy after Mass,
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when she was trying not to laugh, h
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montage would have stood in for mon
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“Yes,” I said into my hands.“
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this upset. Could it simply be abou
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I went to Jordan’s Mass early the
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other than that.It had to come from
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was staying with him until I found
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it reminded me too much of her.“I
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I thought maybe it would be easier
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I’d love to say that I walked out
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head and wake up the next day, refr
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“Okay.”“Sit down, so I can fi
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“No one without an appointment ca
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Sterling raised his eyebrows. “So
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The dance studio was in Queens, in
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goodbye forever…I got down on my
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“I tried,” she said. “I tried
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in your hand before I do. Not neces
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and your eyes darken. I swear I can
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