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breathing heavily, obviously guilt ridden about what we had done. I put my arms around him, caressing his chest with my hands, then going a bit lower. He was still hard for me, and that made me smile.
    “But it must, Father Thomas,” I said. “But it must.”
    He turned around then and embraced me, and gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. The need, the desire, was plainly apparent in it.
    “Damn you woman! I cannot refuse such beauty as yours!”
    And that’s how I left him. Wanting me still. Mama always said that the best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. I wasn’t much of a cook, so I’d deign to disagree.
    Until later, dear diary! I’m sure I’ll have much more to report pretty soon.
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    I very much doubted that Miss Browning had blushed as she wrote those words, but I was definitely blushing while reading them. It was at once repulsive and yet oddly erotic. I could feel it reaching to my inner core, awakening the need there like I’d never felt before. I had to open a window just to get some cold air to take away the heat that had risen within me.
    Miss Browning was definitely not a good girl. And it just happened that that was the last entry in the latest journal I had. If I wanted to continue the story, I needed to go to Jack’s again. But now I wasn’t so sure about the whole affair. Did I really want to continue reading what happened to be extremely erotic adventures of a scarlet woman? A woman who had no problem with seducing a married man, and a priest at that. It seemed a sordid affair indeed, but I still wanted to know what happened next. I wanted to get an idea of why these journals would be hidden instead of burnt. I knew if I was in her position, I would have burnt, not saved, the evidence of my discretions.
    But here I was again, living through another’s experiences.
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    N ot surprisingly, the next day I found myself walking toward that beautiful house on the hill, the talk of the town, and towards the man that had showed himself to be more than he seemed.
    I walked up slowly, not really sure if I should have gone through with it or not. I wanted to wait for him to show up at the diner and just give him the journals there and be done with it, but he did not show up today. So after work, I took the journals with me and made the long way to his house. It was quickly getting dark, so I have no idea what I was thinking. Thankfully, no storm was in sight. At least not for now.
    The sun was soon to set so I hurried to the door and prepared to knock, but what I saw instead shocked me.
    I saw Jack, completely naked, on top of a woman with short, shoulder-length hair. I watched in horror as he thrust harder and harder, the sound of their lovemaking, of his moans and her urging ecstatic screams to give it to her “harder.”
    And then, he collapsed on top of her, both of them sweaty from their carnal act. I watched as the girl carefully laid out a line of white powder beneath her breast (powdered sugar perhaps?) and urged Jack to give it a try. The dark look in Jack’s eyes, full of longing and something darker made me think that he was going to do something I wasn’t supposed to see. But instead, he leaned down, and while both of his hands held onto the woman’s inviting breasts he inhaled the white powder. Immediately he leaned his head back, eyes toward the ceiling, and the look on his face, though not dissimilar to the look when he came inside the woman, somehow felt more genuine. As if, if even by a measure of an inch (or centimeter if you want to go there) he felt more pleasure as the white powder worked its magic on his brain, filling his blood with euphoria or whatever it is drug addicts feel when they sniff coke. For I realized now, in shock and in horror, that indeed it was coke, and not powdered sugar that the woman had laid beneath her breast.
    And then something even more shocking happened. Jack opened his eyes, and his