Author's chit-chat:

WEEE... this Author is much more happy than he was when he posted last (another fic) because he has actually gotten his computer up and running again, and he only needed to buy a new harddisk and cabinet since a friend gave him a new/old motherboard, which means that it cost him less than (the equivalent of) 200 dollars in total. This means that he can still eat food, and he is happy enough to refer to himself in 3rd person. He wants to go higher, but referring to oneself in 4th person is impossible even for God (only Chuck Norris can do this – expert linguists have yet to find out how this is achieved).

Now it's time for another confession, and this time we bring a true pervert into the confessional. If you are a person with high moral standards this chapter may possibly offend you somewhat, but 'normal' healthy-minded fanfic readers should not expect any greater shock.

Disclaimer: Author doesn't even want to own the character in this story (except maybe to freak out rabid fangirls by unleashing him upon them... hmm...)

Tales From The Confessional

By Shnoosh

Chapter 3 – Lust and Greed

"Forgive me father, for I have... sinned." The voice from the confesser's seat revealed that the man who currently occupied it was not in the prime of his life anymore. However, it displayed an evident enthusiasm, implying that he still had quite a bit of time left, and the motivation to put it to good use. "It has been one week since my last confession."

The rustling sound of a priest's robe was interrupted by a male voice. "Really...?" The voice was most definitely not surprised.

"Yes." The old man rested his hands in his lap on top of the small brown envelope he had carried around. A little smile crossed his lips as the memory of what he would be confessing shortly flooded through his mind. "I have been spying on the young nuns in the convent... again."

"Is that so...?" Again the voice carried a bit of sarcasm. This traditional routine was a bit silly, since the priest knew where this confession would bear – the same as every time this man confessed. But maybe the old lecher felt that doing this the proper way gave him some form of absolution, even though he would be right back to square one as soon as he got out again. "So tell me... what is it this time?"

"Well I happened to sneak up on a couple of girls... more precisely Mary and Louise as they were tending the gardens..." Now his thoughts began to drift back. "I crept silently up behind them, while they were busy weeding, and I got a good glimpse under Louise's dress before I was noticed... those shapely legs... those lightly tanned smooth thighs illuminated by the morning sun... barely hidden by the thin stockings... and the weather was warm so they were wearing their short bloomers..."

"Yes, yes." the priest interrupted. "What else?" When the old guy first got going like this he could rant on forever.

"Well... yes, I also managed to sneak a peek at sister Claire when she was changing clothes in her room... She had no idea that I hid outside, and could get a good view of everything from the crack between the curtains of her window... she may seem a bit dull and reserved, but... hooohh boy... when she takes those clothes off and stand in nothing but her underwear..." The old inventors eyes closed as he reveled in the memory. "She even began to pose a bit for the mirror... first one side... then the other... her long brown hair spilling luxuriously down her slender back... the curves of her hips swaying back and forth when she changed her pose..."

"Ahem..." the priest interrupted again. The lecher sure had a tendency for drifting, and what was worse was the way he described it...

"Of course... of course..." the old man responded. "Now where was I... oh yes..." Now his voice rose a bit with newfound eagerness. "Then a few nights ago... I accidentally took a ladder and climbed up to the window to Christie's room..." With a little lick he wet his lips as he allowed himself to become lost in this memory. "It was late... twelve o'clock at least... and everybody was asleep – including Christie... from outside I could see her in the pale moonlight, as she lay there in her bed with her loose auburn hair flowing onto the pillow and over the edge of the bed... It was a hot night too, you know, so she didn't even sleep in her nightgown – only her bloomers... and nothing else..." a small sigh escaped the lips of the old peeper. It was met with a silence from the priest's side of the confessional. "In her sleep she must have cast off her blanket too, because her entire upper body and one of her legs were clearly exposed to my thankful eyes. The moonlight illuminated her body most tenderly, and her breasts... her stomach... she looked so soft... so defenseless... I could almost see the thin film of sweat which must have covered her body due to the heat... oh the riches I would have given for a touch... a taste..."

The priest coughed in order to drag the old man out of of the fantasy once again. This was definitely turning into one of the more... vivid... confessions.

"Oh... I'm most terribly sorry... I think I got a bit carried away there... but can you blame me for admiring the beauty of God's most beautiful creatures...?" Again he seemed to almost enter into a trance as another memory went through his mind. "I was even so lucky that I found a way to look through the ventilation system... ahh... the girl's shower's... such a... sacred... place it is..."

"You didn't...?" Came the immediate comment from the priest, and by the sound of his words one could deduct that his eyes had opened quite a bit now.

"Ohh... but I did..." The words were dragged out very slowly. "Such an amazing sight... I saw sister Anna and sister Julia taking a shower... they were chatting... giggling... talking about this and that... and all the while I could hear the water spilling as it flowed down their wonderful bodies... seeing how they soaked themselves and watching as the white bubbles of soap... oh the pain I would endure to be one of those little soap bubbles... traveling down that slender neck and down in between those wonderfully shaped breasts... further down one of those taut stomachs... to the space between the legs and flowing smoothly down the inner side of that milky white thigh... I would be washed away and forgotten... but that voyage across that exquisite body... oh how I envied those little bubbles..."

The priest had become deadly silent by now.

"It's not that the sight wasn't enchanting in itself... I tell you it was a vision of hypnotic power... touching the very core of my old heart... but... it was not nearly as... mesmerizing as that of another girl I saw later..."

Still no sound came from the priest.

"It was our infamous hothead... Rosette Christopher... and she was going to take a shower... alone..." Again the old man leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes. "When she took off her clothes it was... overwhelming. Her legs... so shapely... her hair flowing so smoothly downwards... barely touching her shoulders... her stomach... so toned yet so womanly soft... her breasts... her face... her hips... every part of her body begging to be looked at... to be caressed... and then she went to the shower..."

The silence from the priest was shortly interrupted by a muffled cough followed by a hesitant 'go on...'

"As the water started flowing, her hair clung to her neck and her upper back... she leaned her head back and started massaging shampoo into it, and I saw all those little bubbles of white begin to flow down her back and over her softly looking posterior and down the back of her thighs and calves... those lucky sons of bitches – excuse me father. Then she began to soap in her upper body... her slender shoulders... her smooth neck... her rich and full chest..." An audible sigh escaped the old man as he sunk deeper into the memory. "Applying soap to her arms... her calves... her thighs... between her thighs... I believed I had died and gone to heaven... And then she took the razor she had brought with her, and she shaved the pits under her arms, not that I could see anything which needed to be shaved..." The old man smiled a serene smile as he continued. "But she didn't stop there... apparently she became... adventuresome... and she thought of somewhere else on her body where she could use the razor... if you know what I mean father..."

A loud 'gulp' indicated that the priest very much knew what the elder was referring to.

"She looked around first... what she was about to do obviously embarrassed her a bit... and she turned a dark shade of red and bit her lower lip when she began... ohh... the purity of such a beautiful young woman cautiously venturing into something for the first time... I could have died a happy man, father... she was very careful... almost apprehensive... and she didn't remove all of it... merely... shaped it so it would look more... appealing I suppose...but I doubt even God himself, pardon the choice of words father, could make her more appealing than she already was..." The elder was almost completely lost in thought, and his even breathing implied that he was truly at peace now.

Silence descended on the confessional, the priest was a bit overwhelmed with all the images the elder had described and it took him a full thirty seconds to come with a response. "Is that... it...?" The question sounded quite stupid, considering the... vivacity of the confession.

"Yes... that is all," the elder replied with a smug little smile.

"So..." The priest seemed a bit hesitant to speak, as if he was contemplating something, perhaps his mind needed to digest that all of these... situations dealt with the young nuns of the convent. Girls... young women whom he encountered every day.

"How much...?"

"Five dollars," was the old man's response. His smile widened.

The little hatch linking the two small rooms opened and a hand with five one-dollar bills reached out. "You're becoming expensive, you know that?"

"Well, I did make some improvements to the device. It now produces pictures of even better quality with more color and detail." The elder reached for the five dollars and gave the brown envelope in return. "Besides, it's me who gets beat up, when I'm discovered."

"You're right," the priest responded. "And it's all here...?"

"Every single bit, father."

"And that concerning Rosette...?"

"Also there."

"You think it has something to do with..."

"The rumors about her and Chrno?" The elder intervened. "Most definitely, I don't think either of them has acted on it yet, but it's as clear as day that something is there, and when something does happen..." The 'entreprenuer' smiled again. "I'll be sure to be around... but those will cost you."

"Alright..." The priest sounded a bit preoccupied now.

Again the confessional fell silent for several seconds. The silence was broken by the elder knocking on the wall separating the two rooms. "Aren't you forgetting something, father?"

"What... Oh yes... just... do twenty Hail Marys and twenty All Fathers."

"Ok, father," the elder said as he got up and exited the small confines of the confessional. "Don't forget to do your own."

"Oh, I won't."

THE END

Seriously... those priests and their dirty little secrets – and who else but our very own patron saint of perverts would be better to grasp this golden opportunity and make some money this way. Though, I must admit that I'm getting a bit appalled by how immoral these so called 'holy' people actually are... oh wait... I made them do this... nevermind hehe.

So while you leave me a little review (yeah you know you want to), I'll get back to unveiling more secrets from the sinful society that is the New York branch of the Magdalene Order.