In the dimly lit confessional, a brunette with long hair and a tight-fitting fishnet dress sat anxiously waiting for Father O’Reilly to begin the sacrament. Her heart raced as she thought about the sin she was about to confess, a sin that had been consuming her thoughts for weeks.
Father O’Reilly, a middle-aged man with a kind face and gentle demeanor, began the sacrament by saying, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three weeks since my last confession.”
