Lily
Losing a child does something to you, for others you find yourself drowning in alcohol, me? I decided it was time to turn a new leaf.
Going to church.
But just like every coping mechanism, you start obsessing over something else and for me that became Father Evans.
He was different. Pure, young and hot.
I sat across from him, in the confession booth.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I said, softly feeling the wetness between my thighs.
“Go on child, tell me. Did one thing bring you here today?” his sexy voice nearly made me come at the spot.
His question caught me off guard, “N—No.” I stammered.
“I have sinned so much that I don't know where to start.” I paused, biting my lip before continuing.
A couple of months after the death of Clarice, my daughter I went to a b
