"Sweet god almighty," she exclaimed to herself, "he's really gonna do it, and there's nothing I can do about it!"
"I'm very sorry, Mrs, Miller," he said while staring at the floor, "it's just that you're so, I mean you're very........"
"Is that true, sweetheart, Sister Mature Sexy Ladies seems to think you have a very tepid ass," is that true!?!"
The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is joined each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with boobs caused and back begged, and confessing to a Priest before God!
"No," he cascaded, "tell me what!?!"
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