“Yes.”“You have sinned grievously, my child. Twenty-four Ave Maria, and twelve Pater Noster five times a day until your next confession. You wil... refrain from your pursuit of self abuse and one week from tonight you meet me in the courtyard behind the chapel for further penance after evening prayers.The two arrived at assigned location at the same time. Father Guilliame and Sister Benecdicta stood and stared at each other for a very long time.“It is good you are here, “ Father Guilliame’s voice. "You nod in acceptance of his words and carefully withdraw your weapon. You keep your eyes on the man as you slide the sword back into its sheath. He remains still until your hands are, once again, on the bar. He starts to speak, but you hold up your hand to quiet him."Good sir, I commend you for doing what you thought was right. For all you knew, I could have been a child. Much as it pains me to admit it, there are those who still think I look like one. But, I assure you, I am no child. I have. You look at the services card they place on the desk area offering various services. They never seem to have what everyone wants surely; they offer breakfast, faxing, printing, dinner, room service, but never a massage or blowjob let alone a fuck. I still look in the pointless hope that one day this may be offered. The magazine drawer has a local businesses mag in it, no useful numbers there either. My pillow has a little card on it, "what's this?" I wonder, it says "Want more..?" . “So, Marcia la Mare, eh? You’ve put the cat among the pigeons there, old chap, Hettie loves going to the pictures, especially that one last year when Marcia played the nurse...”“I’ve never seen any of her films, Jack.”“Well, she seems as sweet and lovely as she is on the silver screen, and even more beautiful in the flesh.” Again, I nodded in agreement and looked at the floor.He remained standing there, and I felt he must’ve said something. I looked up. “Sorry, Jack, I can’t hear a thing, what.