In other churches they had taking the booths down and confessions were told face to face, but ours retained the traditional closed booth confessionals...with a screen separating the priest from the penitent. I liked the mystique it gave me, knowing he could see me through the veil but knowing that my sultry voice would all the more effective. I opened the oak door to the confessional and smelled the sweat of other people, the lemon fresh scent of Pine Sol that was used to clean the floor, and the. If he had a partner of some kind somewhere, why did he feel this way? What kind of relationship did they have that left him feeling empty and alone? Did the unknown partner feel the same? How could he possibly continue to live a life devoid of love? Especially when he could see the shining possibilities that rested with the sweet man who slept upstairs.* * *Mark tossed and turned, finally drifting into a fitful doze. He woke with a start as Chip pawed at his arm, whining."What, Chip? You gotta. More

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