"Are you okay, Heather?" The priest asked.
She coughed some more. "Yes, I think, so, Father." She croaked.
"Good. You were very good, my child. Jesus forgives you." He said gently.
"Oh, thank you, Father," She coughed. "I'm so happy."
"Very good. You should get dressed and cleaned up."
"Okay, Father," She found her bra and slipped it on. "Um, Father?"
"Yes?"
"What was that stuff?"
"Stuff? Oh, yes, well, um, I told you. Its juice of forgiveness. Yes that was it."
"Oh," She clipped her bra and felt around for her blouse. "But, what is it? It tasted kind of, um, yuck."
"That's a secret, Heather. Priests only. Now, you know about the sanctity of confession, don't you, child? You can't tell anyone, anyone at all, what happened in here. Okay?"
"Oh yes, of course, Father."
She did up
