Dr. Edwards 's ' A Sausage Fest Of Undersexed Men '

Jake’s eyes darted from one relative to the other. “Gentlemen, any notion you have about a relationship between me and Miss Collins is a simple misunderstanding.”

“Oh, please! I’m expected to believe that an idiot like you would’ve been able to pass yourself off as a priest?” it said.

"It wasn't your fault. You had no clue, I should have told you from the start. Also I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable about the whole love question."

[Sitting down, eyes closed and hands gathered, praying] "Dear heavenly father, I bow my head down to you now, asking you for your forgiveness. I have committed a grave sin even resulting in someone being executed. I wronged you father and I shouldn't have confessed to having connections with the devil.

“Well,” he says when he’s by my side. He pauses there as if he’s going to say something more, like, I’m hoping what he meant by “You’re her,” but instead he just adds, “I’ll leave you to it,” and points up at God.

“I can’t say it, he’ll just do it again.” she cried with tears spilling down her cheeks

You smile wide, sure that he would see your confession as something positive, sure that the feelings are reciprocated. You love him and you’re almost certain he loves you too, however the dark look on his face says otherwise. You want to ask him if he’s alright, but before you could say anything, he sighs, rolling his eyes in the process.

“Reverend Flowers shared his sermon with me last night, it’s good. Is there anything you would like him to focus on?” Mary

“Now, would I do that?” Olivia asked coyly. “Is Antonio there? I want to tell him, too.”

“I’d say you're done now,” She clicked her tongue at him. The pathetic stammering and sputtering means he's still alive, and only for the moment that's okay with her. “What i don't understand is how you could turn on your best friend. Even a bastard like you needs a moral code, I just can't pin it down.”

My palms are sweaty and a pool of perspiration is gathering at the neck of my brown hair, and the stiff fabric of my Sunday dress doesn’t do much to help it. I told Uncle Elijah I was going to confession, and I don’t think he noticed my lie. When I scurry into the office, Reverend Stone is already seated. He’s a tall, older man with a balding head, kind eyes surrounded by crow’s feet and tan skin.

His sister joined him in the doorway and looked at the couple with disdain written all over her face. “They’ve been like this all day, every day. I probably should have warned you in advance.“ She muttered to him, her blonde hair swishing behind her while she dragged her current favourite brother up the stairs to his room so they could escape what was happening downstairs.

“Same here. Oh, sorry things were a little awkward last night with all of ours saying don’t share.”

His dark eyes soften. “I apologize for not being more forthcoming with you. If it’s a problem…”

He then appeals to her religious beliefs in the form of similes and metaphors. The young man suggests that it is religiously acceptable for them to have sex