Chapter Nine
The Late Night Visitor
Late in the evening I hear the sound I was hoping for, a soft tapping on my door. My heart starts pounding and I feel alive once again. I jump out of bed, hastily put my robe on and open the door. Dorothy appears like an angel, dressed in a white silk robe tied loosely with a pretty sash and white stockings. I look out into the hallway to make sure no one has seen her in the Priest’s living quarters. She comes in and I close and lock my door. We embrace and I hold her close to me. She smells good. Her soft breasts brush against my body.
“Did I wake you?” she asks.
“No. I was just resting, hoping you would come. I’m so happy to see you again. You look absolutely beautiful, Dorothy,” I say.
“Thank you.”
I take her hands in mine. Her white robe makes
