She knew it was wrong to try to shock him, but she hoped she would as she said. "I did it with a nun, too. Father. I happened to pass by her cell, and I couldn't help staring at her, in just her shift, with her long, gold hair… she called me in and – well, we ate each other's cunt."

"And you enjoyed it?" He remained unshocked. "Did you come?"

"Three times, Father. The thing is, we can't stop. We've been sneaking into each other's cell every night for the past two weeks."

He sighed. "I'll have to speak to this other nun. Give me her name, Sister."

"Father, I couldn't!"

The priest swiveled his devastating blue eyes on her and turned her to icily. "You took a vow of obedience, Sister, as well as one of chastity. Give me her name."

"Sister Ursula," she whispered.

"The one with the walk." He smiled.

It surprised her that the priest should have noticed Sister Mary Ursula's sexy little strut. She said she found it impossible to modify her walk, even though Mother Aloysius had disciplined her for it more than once.

When she had been silent a while, he prompted. "And that's all?"

"No, Father. Even now I find myself harboring impure thoughts about you – urges, really."

"Please be specific."

"I can't help thinking how good it would feel…" Her voice failed her.

"If I ate your cunt?"

She began sobbing. She could only nod wordlessly. His strong hand squeezing her shoulder was meant to be comforting, she was sure, but it only made her cunt squirm hotly.

Father Ryan gave her absolution and a penance so light that it seemed to trivialize her sins, ten Hail Marys and an equal number of Our Fathers. But then he insisted that she accompany him in praying for strength to resist her carnal urges, and he knelt beside her.