The priest walked towards the confession booth. The mass was over and there were no worshippers in the pew.
The priest took his seat and closed the door. He flicked on the overhead dim light. He heard the door opening on the other side , followed by the faint click of the door closing. He heard the creak of the wooden kneeling board.
He heard the husky female voice, very breathy say :' Forgive me father, for you have sinned.'
He smiled at the mistake and opened the sliding window.
His smile froze on his face when he saw me.
I personally thought I was looking rather hot. My hair was brunette, wavy. My lips was painted red. I wore a simple black dress with a black lace shawl wrapped around my shoulder ,covering the curves of my ample breasts .After all, the place demanded a certain decorum.
'Its you,' he whispered, recoqnizing me ' and you are a woman'
'Yes' I sneered, my lips curling into a smile,' perhaps you would have preferred a nine year old altar boy?'
I watched the blood drain from his face.
I know a good soul when I see one.
Outside a storm was gathering.