Chapter Ten
With his stole returned to the peg, Gregory went quickly into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and to straighten his hair. He looked a fright. His urges pleaded with him and even as the welts on his back burned under the cover of his shirt. His c**k begged for life. Closing his eyes against his reflection, Gregory took in a deep breath, prayed something under his breath and headed out into the main sanctuary of the Chapel. Father Mark and Mother Fran waited for him near the altar. The others knelt in two neat rows, men in front of the women, heads bowed and hands clasped behind their backs.
The head priest motioned for the other Father to step away into a more private space. “Tell me about him. He is Brother Stephen, correct?”
“Yes, Father Superior.”
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