But hid in the closet when you came home. I don't know what came over me. I just needed you, I hoped you remembered where we kissed when I left my puz...le piece.”I smile and blush, “well you know what this was the best night I had ever had in years but we didn't have protection or anything.”“Yeah I know.... I can get plan B if you want.”“Mmm, how about we just let whatever happens happen and I marry you next week? Don't think about it just say yes. Yes...Wait what? You sneaker... You... You're. Father Augustine could almost hear the young woman's thoughts: The Father is so sexy. He's changed. So strong. Commanding. What is wrong with me? I'm getting married in less than a week. Don't think these thoughts. Don't be impure.All women are whores, a feminine voice whispered out of Father Augustine's soul. That's why they need you to guide them. You can reduce their sin to only one man. A holy man. A man who will guide them and mold them into weapons.“Amen,” Father Augustine whispered as he. ” She slowly turned, and I took a minute to relish her standing before me. I lifted my hands to her tits and squeezed them and pinched her nipples before I let my hands creep down to her sides. I found the zipper to her skirt and lowered it while she held onto my shoulders to balance herself. I pulled her skirt to the floor and guided her hand to my rock solid dick. She gasped when she came into contact with it. Her hands barely encircled it and it was throbbing for her. “Tonight you will. ..," he started to say, hesitating. "Ithink ... you're Twisted. Those scorch marks are ... common when someonegoes through ... an extreme Twist. It's the effect of the quantum fieldduring a change." What?" I couldn't believe what he was saying. "I _can't_ be Twisted!"I looked up, my eyes pleading, to Mrs. Lowery. Her expression hadchanged from merely angry to full-blown furious. "Mrs. Lowery, tell himthat I'm not Twisted!"Mrs. Lowery shook her head, her lip suddenly trembling with rage. .