He was staring at her hard. She had not noticed it yet. Her white chemise was damp and it stuck like molasses upon her bosom. Her nipples fully erect penetrating through and to Father Makewater’s surprise he had risen. Carole had sensed his arousal and she blushed.
“Father, I never imagined a run in at a coffee house”.
” I am meeting a beloved widow at noon and she insisted we not meet at church for she has been unholy”.
Her mourning coffee 