We never really talked after that. A short episode of life where things just came together, and then it was over, and that’s how it should be. XXX “Father forgive me for my sins. Instead of a night partying you have to get locked in a fucking cathedral on a Friday because of Jesus or some stupid shit. And every dirty secret is turning me on more and I’m just pumping into her and she’s holding me close against her riding the wooden seat in the confession box, and it’s creaking with every thrust you know, like there’s a rhythm to it.
