“Father good morning”, she suddenly began saying on noticing me. Thankfully I had completely removed my eyes from where her
p@nty gripped her bum before she could see me. She was beaming me an appealing smile.
“Good…morning Mirabel” I struggled to say, smirking my lips in response to her smile. “How was your night?”
“It was very wonderful Father. I slept smoothly and the room was also very warm.” she was already at it again; being as free with everyone as usual. She smiled and giggled as she spoke. Mirabel was certainly still a kid. In fact, she was clearly even younger than 18 in the mind!
“That’s nice” I managed to say, trying to look as indifferent as possible. I wanted to talk to her about what she was wearing and thought I needed to appear firm in order to drive the message home.
But she wasn’t still going to stop talking soon. “So what do you think of my fries Father?” She had moved to the side to give me a better view of the cooking meal on the burner. She was smiling yet again, and it looked like the best thing to behold in the world!
“Well…it…it’s looking good at the moment” I stuttered after tearing my eyes away from her entrapping smile.
She laughed hard at my response! Twitching her head to the side! I was taken!
I couldn’t hold myself anymore. I had to smile back.
“Who said it won’t look good after it’s done? I remembered you told me yesterday while driving me here that you like fried food. So I decided to make one for you after finding some potato at the store.” She was dead clever! How she had picked that out from our conversation was astonishing. I probably also told her I woke by 6am each day; who knows.
“Yea I enjoy them.” I reassured briefly.
Then a quick silence followed. I began feeling it was the perfect time to tell her about her choice of clothes around the house. But instead of opening up the discussion, I heard my mouth say something else.
“I will be registering you for extra-classes on Thursday. So get set for the trip….” I had barely finished talking, before Mirabel gave out a loud scream and in lightening seed, jumped on me in embrace! I was stunned!
“Thank you! Thank you Father! Thank you sir!…” she endlessly began saying hardly letting me any breathing space!
“You are welcome Mirabel…” I was struggling to even speak. Moreover, she was hugging me so very tightly that I could swear on the Holy See that I unmistakably felt her rather stiff Tips momentarily boring a hole into my chest through my Aaron Robe! She was likely only excited at the announcement.
However, after everything had calmed down, I let her return to her cooking while I left the kitchen. I had totally abandoned the talk I wanted to have with her and was returning upstairs. Of course, not to pray anymore. But to give thoughts to the very unsettling experience, I had just witnessed!
Part of the roles of a Priest was to listen to confessions and administer forgiveness. I was an ordained Priest and it was something I often did. But while I was expected to always do this, it was also imperative on me, to always stay away from sinful thoughts and desires. That, I had struggled with this past days! As I hosted men and women to confessions later that morning, I couldn’t help but think about myself! I felt I was the one who needed the confession more than they even did! Here I was, letting the devil manipulate me through an 18 year old! Here I was, gradually being consumed by the carnally-tending beauties of the said girl! I thought I had no excuse to keep Mirabel under the same roof as myself. If I actually needed to help her, I could also do that while she stayed with her parents. It wasn’t looking like I had enough reasons anymore and with the events of the past days, it only now looked even more necessary that I pushed her away from the Rectory! She was looking like a tool for the darkest demons from the pit of hell! A willing machine for Lucifer and I had to take a stand and resist his vices! If I was yet to notice the implication of having such devil’s property in my home, I only had to look at the previous night and the current morning to see one. I had failed to continue with my regular late study of St. Paul’s epistles, simply because I saw her come out for water at night, half-Unclad. And then this morning too, I couldn’t have my usual morning prayer just because I had met her in the kitchen, cooking half-Unclad! While I was refusing to admit it properly, simply thinking of that final embrace she gave me earlier that morning and most especially, the manner with which her obviously stiff Tips poked into my chest, was evidently keeping my loin rather warm! I was entertaining confessions from parish members, but my heart was looking filled, with fleshly lust!
But then, who even told me Mirabel was evil, satanic and a tool for the demons? Who even told me all I was going through was her fault? Who even told me that I was certainly going to continue experiencing them as long as she was with me? Who told me all that? I was likely being misled and probably becoming judgmental. From all indications, Mirabel was a young amiable girl who was obviously full of innocence! She was very clever, despite having a very difficult childhood. While she had looked wrong by going around the house half-Unclad, it wasn’t enough reason to accuse her of trying to s£duce me. She was probably doing that out of the freedom she felt being in my Rectory. She had since displayed a certain level of liberty since she arrived and she did tell me on Monday, while bringing her home, that she was so happy to be staying with her spiritual Father. That statement couldn’t be coming from a young girl who was interested in pulling me down into lustful cravings. It certainly couldn’t be. Maybe, I was even the one going about it the wrong way! Maybe I was the one having the sinful thoughts only to turn around and look for who to blame as the source! Maybe I was the one who needed the true repentance and ultimately, the confession! My guilt only increased when one of the participants told me how he had fallen to his wife’s housekeeper! His wife had suggested they went for a boy but he refused because he was worried a boy wouldn’t be able to do all that was required to be done in the house. She eventually agreed and barely a month into the 19year old girl’s arrival, he fell to her probably seducing body! Of course, I strongly rebuked him despite feeling so much guilt after hearing his strikingly similar story! I knew I had to remain firm even though I was currentlyletting temptation, just as he had wrongfully done!
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