Beautiful Sinner

by Sara Cate

You’d really think after a thousand years of Christianity, they’d accommodate their believers a little better with softer seats.

“A man’s job?” she shrieks. “What? Do you steer the lawn mower with your dick?”

“Twenty-five Hail Mary's for seeing your priest naked.” I stare at him, mouth hanging open. “Wh—what?” “Thirty if you entertained lustful thoughts.” “Oh my God!”

I am a priest, meant to serve God’s creation. And out of all of God’s creations, she is by far my favorite.

When his cock springs free, my jaw drops. I was not anticipating this, but a man this size should have never been allowed to join the clergy.

I open it up to find a picture of bare legs just below a very short skirt, spread wide over my desk. Cadence: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Jesus Christ.