My Tuesday night was wasted. Simply because of Mirabel! Study didn’t just work out after I had seen her half-Unclad; so I had to quickly pack up and leave for my bedroom. It took a tremendous amount of effort to finally get to sleep. Thoughts and worries alike emanating from the events of the past hour kept crowding my mind. Questions of what I had really done by letting the poor girl into the Rectory was more resounding than ever! I began doubting if I was even doing any of the things I was doing for her because of the extreme difficulty she was facing in her life. I began wondering if I wasn’t actually doing it because of the fact that she was a girl and she was admittedly charming. Of course, that went against the rule. Ideally, natural law wasn’t going to think I could stay in the same house with an 18year old. Even the unwritten law of the Parish was never going to find room for such. And not as though I had been comfortable seeing her half-Unclad anyway, but then I kept feeling guilty knowing that it was something I could have avoided if I actually wanted to. And that it was something I needed to end by driving her away this instant! That was what I found difficult contending with – the notion that she had to be pushed out. But that became the basis for my self-reproach. For the condemnation never ceased coming – calling me carnally minded and sinfully motivated! I felt real concern and was lucky to have only slept off, still thinking about the evening!
However, increased reasons for ‘crisis’ followed my morning after waking up by 6:15am to pray! It was usually a given that I would rise by 6am to pray for an hour before beginning my day. And on days I will be offering Reconciliation Services, I would pray for an hour and half. That Wednesday morning was such a day as I would be going down to the parish to begin Confession sessions for parish members. Usually, I would begin by 8am given that some very busy folks, prefer having theirs early in the morning before going about their business of the day. The second session then follows up in the evening, just before our daily Mass. Friday was another day and from experience, it usually was busier than that of any Wednesday. So given that Thursday was now looking like the only free day for me, I thought I could utilize it by taking Mirabel to register for extra-classes against her coming exams. It looked a perfect plan and I thought I had to announce it to her soon. Anyways, as I woke up that morning to pray, I had the inkling to check on Mirabel first before proceeding with my prayers. The in-house chapel where I prayed was upstairs with my bedroom and I was aware it only made sense to pray first before eventually coming downstairs to see her if I had to. And apart from that, one of the ideal practices for any Priest was for him to fortify himself in the spirit before coming out to face the world. But for some unknown reasons, my head refused to work that way that morning. Even before I could form a proper decision, I was already climbing down the staircase to go see her!
Mirabel wasn’t in her bedroom when I got downstairs though. She was actually already in the kitchen – and it was only just 6:25am! I was confounded! I noticed she was awake as soon as I began perceiving the fries she was probably making! I hadn’t told her I enjoyed fried food a lot and it was just plain unbelievable that she didn’t just only know that I woke very early, but that I also enjoyed fried food! We had barely had time to talk since she arrived and I couldn’t understand how she so easily slot into my lifestyle! Anyways, all that suddenly froze to a halt as soon as I got to the kitchen door where she was making our meal over the gas-cooker! I was instantly pegged! And I felt my body violently shiver for at least half a second! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Mirabel who was backing me, was again in just her panty and bra! And nothing else! She hadn’t bothered putting on the pajama from last night so was looking exactly like she looked when she came into the kitchen for water the previous night!
I just didn’t understand her now. How she could think she was being normal looking like that confused me. Or was she implying that she was too young to know that being Unclad before others was wrong sinful and potentially devilish?! I just couldn’t understand anymore! If last night could be taken to mean she likely didn’t know I was still awake, how would we describe that morning? I was speechless! And as I stood there for the shortest of seconds, watching as the elastic nature of the beautiful lingerie tightly gripped her admittedly succulent flesh, I knew it was going to be difficult continuing with this without ending on a wrong foot!
To Be Continued…
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