‘Traffic was a bitch.’ from The Player. ‘I thought Christmas only comes once a year.’ from The World Is Not Enough. Then, just in terms of unf...rgettable scenes, who could forget the end of Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back when Han Solo gets encased in carbonite? One of the most wonderful finales to a movie is the ending of King of Hearts, a fanciful film from Philippe de Broca, released in 1966. If you have never seen it, I won’t try to explain it. But I will tell you it’s a comedy. With deep shame and confusion, I've sat down to write these words several times without success. Maybe this attempt will be the one. I'm hoping it will be cathartic as the events I describe are both troubling and arousing to me, though as you will read, I've become more accepting of what happened. I want to remain anonymous because my career is at risk from this becoming known. You can call me Peter, but that's obviously not my real name.I am a Catholic priest currently on staff in a large city. There was still some water in the bottle.Her skin glistened in the sun as she moved to me and asked if I was still thirsty. I told her I was and with that, she positioned herself right in front of me.Cupping her hands under her breasts, she held them up, making it easier for me to lick up the remaining water.I then turned my attention to her already erect nipples. Taking one between my thumb and finger I gently rubbed while at the same time pinching it. I teased the other with my tongue while. As my right hand explored this“evidence,” my left wandered to his chest. Watchinghis face the entire time, I ran my nails lightly overhis nipple. His reaction was more than I could havehoped for. Eyes closed, head tipped back, he didn’tsay anything as I brought the other hand up andstarted unbuttoning his shirt. When I was finished I pushed it aside and placed bothhands on his chest. Slowly I ran my hands from hisshoulders to belt and back again, stopping along theway to tease.