Taboo: The Priests' Confessions

I’m Father Patrick O’Neil. Father Pat is what the local folk call me. I’ve been around, working inner cities, rural areas, Ireland, England and some missionary work in China. All when I was training and just ordained. Now I’m in a medium town and settled in for the last few years. The rectory is homely and I’ve got a house keeper. Moira is from the old country and in her late fifties I should think. She is married and has been house-keeper here for many years. I’m thirty Two years old and never been kissed! Not true. I’d had girlfriends when I was a teen and at college and had explored and enjoyed them and the experiences. But since being ordained I had concentrated my thoughts away from such temptations, well almost. I’ve been dragged off the straight and narrow a few times. Priests seem to attract many women. Maybe it’s that priests should be celibate and so a challenge for some women. I also keep pretty fit and have always done some boxing. The boxing priest has always been an attraction, although without my dog-collar and in shorts I just another bloke. Maybe my muscular frame is a bit of attraction too.

Anyway, to cut to the chase I have had sex with a couple of women and managed to keep it under the wire. One was a single mum with three kids who was having a bad time, husband walked out, cleaning jobs and suchlike to make a few pennies, but generally struggling. I was 24 year and still learning. Learning about people. She came to bible study when she could and one day wanted to talk to me so I arranged for her to come around to the rectory early one afternoon so we’d finish in time for her to be home for the kids. Well! She broke down weeping and I did comfort her.

What happened next will make you wonder about that priest next time you are in church!

© 2020 Abigail Andrews (Hljóðbók): 9781094225692

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Hljóðbók: 11 mars 2020