Christian continued his stroll down Memory Lane.
I don't know what was making him so talkative, unless it was that double-shot of NyQuil he threw back when he thought I wasn't looking. He went on to tell me about the aftermath of the first time he had sex with Mrs. Robinson.
He and his brother Elliott were walking down the street and Christian was filling his brother in on all the filthy, disgusting details. Coming upon a catholic church, Christian made a spur of the moment decision.
"Excuse me, Elliott," he said, "but I have to get something off my chest," and, without waiting for a reply, he ran into the church and into the confessional booth.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," he told the priest. "I had sex with a married woman and it's weighing heavily on my soul."
"Is this you, Christian?"
"Yes it is, Father," Christian admitted.
"And who was the married woman you had sex with?" the priest wanted to know.
"I can't tell you, Father," Christian said.
"Christian," the priest said, "I'm sure to find out who it is sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Mrs. Sanchez?"
"I can't tell you, Father," Christian said.
"Or Mrs. Johnson?"
"I can't tell you, Father."
"Then it must surely have been Mrs. McLeary."
"Sorry, Father," Christian insisted, "but I can't tell you."
"Well, my child," the priest sighed, "I must say I admire your respect for the woman, but you've sinned and must atone, so, for your penance, say four Hail Marys, two Our Fathers, and five Acts of Contritions, then you may go in peace."
After it was done, Christian exited the church and found his brother waiting for him outside.
"What'd you get?" Elliott wanted to know, referring to his brother's Sacrament of Penance.
Christian smiled.
"Three great leads," he said.