As I drove away from the Rectory I couldn’t tell where I was actually heading to. I definitely wasn’t going to the Parish as I already felt like a stranger who wasn’t welcome there anymore! I also wasn’t sure about my office as that would mean meeting people. Already, I was avoiding that with all my might. There was the fear that anybody talking with me was likely going to tell that their Priest had drifted. I was feeling the air of iniquity around me and I was worried anybody coming close was definitely going to sense it too. Whether this was only something in my head or actually a fact, was open to debate. But to keep having that sense of protection, I had to maintain my distance from the people. I had to remain alone and probably think through my life. That was what I had initially told myself I was going to do throughout that day. It looked like the perfect opportunity to do so had now presented itself. I was going to analyze all that had been happening and I was going to figure out how to bring myself back to my feet. I had just finished thinking this, when another idea entered my head. A sister parish was just down the road. And it began looking like the perfect place for me. Moreover, just a few people there knew who I actually was.
Thankfully, no one was using the auditorium when I walked in. I even had to open one of the access doors myself. On getting in, I went straight to the altar and before I could even open my mouth, I heard myself begin sobbing emphatically! I was a broken man! A man defeated in a battle I had always been the only army! I needed grace. I needed courage. And most of all I needed cleansing! People must not know the ugly thing that had happened. And I had to swiftly get back to the righteous part if it must be buried and hidden forever! Fortunately, after a long hour of prayer and supplication, I once again felt the peace resuscitated within me. Glorious chill overwhelmed me and my crying self regained confidence. I was certainly purged and my sins were obviously forgiven. It was a long brutal road to restitution but I was happy I had finally crossed the bridge! I subsequently spent some many more hours in there taking some prayers using my rosary. It wasn’t until it began approaching my Mass time that I decided to return to my office at the my Parish. At first, it wasn’t my intentions to lead the Mass. But after driving over and seeing how happy everyone was with my coming, I decided to take up the rite. Thankfully it still turned out fine, even though I struggled with my concentration a few times. Ultimately, the day began looking like it had turned out well against all odds and after I was done with all other engagements at my office, I began heading back to the Rectory.
It was obvious Mirabel was already asleep by the time I would get back to the house. It was already 9:42pm and I wasn’t going to expect her to be awake until that late. I was evidently back to my best and I was so grateful I had left the house when I did that morning. From where I was at the living room I could see that my food was already available and on the dining table. All I needed to do was warm it up with the microwave if I wanted it hot. I was going to probably do that, but that should be after I had gone upstairs to undress. I wasn’t going to get into the dining while still wearing my white alb. But then, this was always the problem – walking through that hallway leading to the staircase! This has always meant having to cross Mirabel’s bedroom, and being tempted to look inside! Then, considering how much effort I had put in the day to bring myself up to my current state of wholesomeness after such a depraved morning, I was immediately worried that I was facing this besetting test once again!
I eventually agreed within myself to keep my head straight without turning to the sides. If I did that, then I would comfortably walk through the hallway without having to see anything I wouldn’t like. So picking up the guts, I proceeded into the hallway. But I had hardly stepped in when a reverse question suddenly crossed my mind! Being the leader of the house, wasn’t it necessary to check on the little girl who’s been living under the same roof with me? What if she wasn’t even home? How would I explain that to the parents? Those looked like very vital questions and it was only logical to give answers to them. So I halted! I had to check on young Mirabel and that should do. As I thought those, I approached her bedroom door – which was almost fully open. Then with a slight push, her entire bedroom came into view. But it wasn’t her entire bedroom that particularly caught my attention, for right there on her bed was a semi-Unclad Mirabel! She was wearing a pajama quite alright, but just like her first ever night in my Rectory, the night robe had ridden up her butt0ckz once again, bringing to bare an uncovered bum and K!ttyC@t! Spotting her K!ttyC@t was what brought me to a standstill for a second time! And I stood there blankly looking at her nudity, without having a thought of my own!
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