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 Girl at the Convent School
   By Romany
   (M/g, non-cons)
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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between a girl
and an adult man.  If this subject offends you, close this page NOW!  If
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   Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely coincidental.
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   Brother Brendan paused abruptly in his stride, as he was about to round
the corner in the corridor on the first floor of the convent school.  Some
fifteen feet away, around the corner, was Father Harrington and a girl whom
Brother Brendan could not see properly as she was partially obscured by
Father Harrington.  To Brother Brendan's amazement, the girl walked into
the single unisex toilet followed by Father Harrington.  The door closed
behind the two and Brother Brendan stood pondering what had just occurred.
`What is the good father doing taking a girl into the toilet?' he thought.
He shuffled about, staying out of sight from the next corridor around the
corner and he was troubled by what he had seen.  There could be no reason
for the father to go into the mostly unused toilet with the girl.  The
toilet was a hangover from the old buildings previous use as a rest home
and had been left as it was even after two newer Boys and Girls toilet
blocks had been established.  It was a general rule students were not to
use the facility as it was only cleaned weekly and not daily like the
purpose built segregated blocks were.  Staff sometimes used the toilet but
generally they used the facilities off the staffroom on the ground floor.
   The corridor was silent as the pupils were all in their classrooms.  At
eleven fifteen, they would be at class until the lunch bell rang at twelve
noon.  So why was the girl not in class and why was she with Father
Harrington in somewhat dubious circumstances?  Brother Brendan hung around
feeling somewhat disconcerted by what he saw.  He knew there had been
whispers of sexual impropriety in the past at the school, but he had
gleaned it was mostly concerning a small number of the forty or so borders
who lived in dormitories on the complex.  And the tales went back some
years and still only amounted to a small number of incidents as he had
heard it.  Perhaps statistically about right for the facility and type of
students that attended the catholic school; even if any sexual impropriety
was at all forgivable within statistical norms.  From time to time pupils
that were under social welfare care came to the school as boarding students
until such time as a better home environment could be found.  Either by
adjustment of a dysfunctional home life or being placed in foster care. 
Brother Brendan was not aware of any recent incidents of sexual
impropriety; unless of course he simply had not heard about it, despite his
seven month part time secondment here.
   Brendan licked his lips nervously and recalled the lone incident he
himself had been party to with a girl at St Hilda's school some years back.
He trembled lightly at the recall.  He had manipulated a teenage girl into
performing oral sex on him after a rehearsal for a play one evening when
the rest of the cast and production volunteers had left.  The girl was
fourteen and had become somewhat infatuated with the handsome young
Brother, and it wasn't difficult for her to send out the message she was
willing for whatever he might be interested in.  Oral sex with the girl
continued for the duration of the rehearsal period but ended when the
performance was concluded and the troop disbanded until the next production
was set, some three months away.  His support role at the all-girls school
was ended before then and he never saw the girl again.  As he shuffled
nervously recalling his indiscretion he heard the toilet door open and he
flattened himself against the wall and carefully peered around the corner.
Father Harrington was turning away from the door which he had closed behind
him and he was quickly walking away, his back to the direction Brother
Brendan was spying from.  Brendan watched the priest disappear down the
stairs and the corridor was deserted once more.  He stared at the toilet
door, wondering what the girl was doing now the priest had left.  He walked
slowly to the door and stood poised to open it.  He froze as he saw the
handle turn and the door open a fraction and he could see the face of the
girl in the gap; as she was clearly opening the door carefully to see if
anyone was in the corridor.
   The girl's eye visible in the gap opened wide and before she could push
the door closed, Brendan put his hand forward and pushed the door firmly.
The girl cried "oh" but it was a cry she was trying to suppress; not a full
blown scream of exclamation that might be heard beyond the immediate
vicinity.  Brother Brendan quickly entered the toilet and the force of the
door hitting her pushed the girl back and she had no option but to sit down
on the toilet seat; even then the door hit her knees causing her to gasp in
brief pain.  Brendan closed the door quickly and reaching behind him, he
felt for the latch and locked the door.  He leaned against the door and
regarded the girl.  She looked about thirteen, maybe fourteen and she had
shoulder length hair that had obviously been dyed blonde as the roots of
her hair showed a darker color.  She was pretty yet there was a subtle
hardness about her.  She was dressed as expected in school uniform; a dark
lightweight kilt type wrap around skirt, buckled at the side of her waist,
and white short sleeved blouse; her bra visible behind the duller white of
the blouse.  She sat looking stricken at the young brother having forced
his way into the toilet; her mouth open in surprise and a look of
apprehension on her face.
   "Who are you?" Brother Brendan asked sternly, but he kept his voice low,
as if there were ears within range to hear.
   The girl did not answer but looked away; thinking how to get out of this
predicament; but helpless to escape.
   "Who are you?" Brother Brendan hissed, trying to sound more forceful.
   The girl turned her gaze back to him and he could see she was
frightened.
   "Annabel...Annabel Watson," she stammered; her bottom lip trembling and
her voice on the verge of crying.  "Anna...people call me Anna," she added.
   "What were you doing in here with Father Harrington?" Brother Brendan
asked, his voice taking on a slightly softer tone.
   Anna sat and held her arms across her waist and bowed her head.  She did
not respond to the question.
   "Answer me Anna," Brother Brendan ordered.  "What were you and Father
Harrington doing in here together?  And don't pretend he wasn't here
because I saw you both enter and then he left...just before I came in," he
added.
   The girl shuffled her feet and he heard a slight sniff as she was on the
verge of tears.  Not wanting the girl to start crying and perhaps become
hysterical because he was now in here with her, Brother Brendan reached a
hand to her face and took her chin forcing her to raise her head and look
at him; her eyes watery with tears.
   "What were you doing?" Brendan asked in a softer tome; his eyes locking
with the girls.
   "I...um...we...I...ah...sucked...Father Harrington...a blowjob," she
stuttered and tears flowed down her cheek.
   Brother Brendan's heart raced at her confirmation of his first thought
as to why the pair was in this toilet together.  He had guessed it was
probably sexual of some nature; although he had heard nothing that remotely
linked Father Harrington to any impropriety in this school.  He feigned
surprise even though his thoughts were confirmed.  He was excited by the
girl's admission and he remained silent for a few moments while he digested
her admission of sexual contact with the senior priest in the school.
   "Does this happen often?" he asked in a softer tone, and moved closer
towards her.
   Anna looked away and considered his question.  He had not reacted badly
to her admission, as she had been expecting.  She at first believed he
would immediately blow the whistle on her and Father Harrington.  But he
seemed calm yet she was still very much intimidated by his presence and
their being here alone.
   "Maybe one...twice a week," she answered and wiped her eyes; the urge to
cry having subsided realizing the brother was not about to scream blue
murder at his discovery.
   "Just with Father Harrington...not anyone else?" he asked quietly.
   Anna nodded and then shook her head in sequence to the two questions.
   "No one else," she whispered.  "Just father Harrington."
   "How long has it been going on?" he asked quietly; his hand now lightly
stroking the girl's cheek as if to calm her fears.
   "I don't know...maybe six, seven months...since a few weeks after I came
here...in September," she said and sniffed and wiped her face, which was a
sly way to make Brendan take his hand away.
   "Does anyone else know...your friends...anyone?" Brendan asked quietly,
and despite her success in having him remove his hand as she wiped her
face, he ignored the subtle rebuttal of his touch and stroked her hair.
   Anna trembled at his touch.
   "No one," she said and stifled a sob, now feeling she was in some
possible difficulty here with Brother Brendan
   "Not even Confession...you do go to Confession?" Brother Brendan asked,
stroking her hair, and the fingertips occasionally grazing her face.
   Anna shook her head, hoping to make him remove his hand.  If the girl
had the fear of exposure thrust on her by Brendan's appearance in the
doorway, she was now feeling somewhat fearful of Brother Brendan here
inside the toilet.  It was becoming apparent he had no intention of
exposing her and Father Harrington; well not right now at least.  Despite
this gut feeling that Brother Brendan was not going to turn them in, she
did not see the obvious it was because of Father Harrington; not because of
any sexual abuse she had been put through by the senior priest.  Brother
Brendan had already resolved not to say anything to anyone, for fear of
placing Father Harrington in serious legal jeopardy; and the scandal that
it would bring to the school and diocese combined.  There had been too many
recent expose' about sexual abuse within Catholic dioceses around the world
and he had no intention of having this come out to the world.  Brother
Brendan brushed her hair back with the back of his hand and looked down at
here.
   "It's good for everyone you keep this a secret," he crooned as he was
now deliberately caressing her hair and occasionally stroking her lower
ear.
   "No good will come of anybody else knowing about this.  In fact it is
better if you don't tell Father Harrington that I know...that I was here
like this...OK?" he crooned and she looked up at him; her face full of
apprehension and she nodded dully.
   "Good girl Anna.  I certainly won't mention it to anyone either...in
fact we can both have a secret too," he said with a sly smile and he
reached for one of her hands she held against her stomach.
   Anna jumped at the touch of his hand on her wrist and she made to hold
her arm firm, but after a brief wrestle, and Brother Brendan's soft smile
waning to become a stern glare, she relented and the young brother placed
her hand on the front of his cassock and pressed it against his obvious
erection.  Anna gasped and let out a sob and bowed her head.  Brendan
pressed her hand more firmly against it and he began to whisper.
   "Come on Anna...this will be our secret...you don't want me exposing
you...or Father Harrington...we both know what you can do," he crooned
leaning down to her.
   Anna did not lift her head and sat trying to stifle the urge to cry. 
Brendan took her chin forcefully with the hand he had been stroking her
hair with, and he forced her to lift her head and he put his face close to
hers.
   "You're going to give me the same favor you gave Father Harrington," he
said with a leer.  "And no one will ever know," he said; his eyes boring
into hers.  "Do you understand me Anna?"
   The girl's bottom lip trembled and she knew that if she spoke she would
burst into tears.  That alone might cause discovery and everything would
come out.  She nodded and fought the urge to cry.
   "Good girl Anna.  We can be friends...just like you and Father
Harrington are friends...and no one will be any the wiser," he said; his
voice now reverting back to the crooning tone he had used earlier as he
stroked her hair.
   Anna nodded; helpless to do anything.  Imprisoned in the toilet behind a
locked door with the young priest between her and escape.  She knew exactly
what he wanted and given her predicament, she surrendered to his wishes. 
She rubbed his erection freely and sniffed and wiped her face with her free
hand.  Seeing she had surrendered to his proposition, Brendan chuckled and
stooped slightly and lifted the cassock.  Anna sat back and with a look of
resignation on her troubled young face, she reached forward and took the
large cock through the flap of his underpants; her eyes widening when she
saw the size of it.  It was much bigger than the aging Father Harington's.
   "Good girl," Brendan cooed.  "Now show me what you can do."
   Anna shifted to the edge of the toilet seat and taking the cock more
firmly; she jacked it several times and then leaned in and opened her mouth
and took the knob inside her lips.  Brendan sighed "good girl" under his
breath and soon the teen was sucking him earnestly.  Stroking firmly as she
swirled the cock in her mouth with her tongue.  Despite the forced oral
penetration, Anna was somewhat taken with the feel and girth of the young
priest's cock.  Father Harrington was always only just hard, but this
younger man had a cock as hard as an iron bar and it was longer and fatter.
She quickly settled into her work.  The good Father Harington was not the
first man she had sucked by any means.  Harrington had read her notes on
her file when she had come to the school as a troubled girl from a broken
home.  She had been sexually abused for some time prior to it being
revealed and she was taken from her family environment for her own safety.
Harrington had capitalized on this knowledge and had seduced her very
quickly; with promises of favors which largely he delivered on.  Now she
was trapped with this Brother Brendan she did not know.  Although she knew
who he was and knew also he was the subject of admiration during the
adolescent gossiping the girls did about sex and things adult in nature in
the girls toilets during break periods.  And here she was sucking his large
cock for all it was worth.
   Brother Brendan was not a novice at being pleasured orally either.  He
had gone onto the seminary when he was twenty, so had had several years of
sexual activity much as any boy in their late teens does.  And then of
course the girl from the theatre group at St.  Hilda's which was his only
sexual encounter since leaving the seminary.  His hands went to the girl's
head and he held it gently and guided her to slow when he got close to
cumming.  Then urging her to resume once the urge to shoot had passed.  He
pushed her hair behind her ears and peered down and watched the junction of
her lips and his cock; enthralled and excited at what he saw.  Twice he
stopped her and took his cock and pushed it deliberately against the inside
of one cheek and watched her cheek bulge as the cock nudged it from within.
He took the cock from her mouth and slapped her face several times causing
her to feel debased by his actions; cringing as he wiped it around her nose
and then shoved it back in.  She resolved to get him to cum as soon as
possible; to end this ordeal.  Anna set to jacking more deliberately,
knowing well it was often the hand more than the mouth that brought men
over the edge.  She would gladly suffer a mouthful of semen as long as it
was over quickly.  But she had not calculated on Brother Brendan being
quite so debased in his arousal and instead of allowing her to bringing to
the orgasm he craved, he suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth.  There
was an audible pop and slurp as the cock was wrenched out by his hand.
   "Turn round," he growled at her.
   Anna sat frozen, wondering what he wanted her to turn around for.  Her
thoughts still focused on sucking him off.
   "Turn around dammit," he growled once more and took an arm and pushed so
she swiveled on the seat.
   "Stand...bend over," he said quickly and he dropped his cassock he had
been holding up to expose his cock, and he roughly manhandled her so she
stood and bent over the toilet seat.  It struck her what he intended to do.
   "Oh no," she sobbed and her face contorted in anguish as she began to
cry.  "Not that...please," she pleaded.
   He ignored her and taking her arms, he moved her wrists to hold the
short pipe between the toilet tank and the top of the bowl; this being an
old fashioned toilet with a dull copper tank and chain for flushing.  He
moved quickly, driven by his lust.  He had no experience at having sex in
such a location but he was improvising; his urge to possess her leading his
actions.  He released the kilt at the buckle; holding the girl who tried to
twist her hips and move away from him around the toilet bowl.  The kilt
loosened and he pulled it away roughly, discarding it behind him.  Anna was
now crying but crying in a way she felt she would not be heard.  She still
did not want anyone to know about her being here.  She just wanted him to
stop.  Brother Brendan felt the girl between her legs from behind and he
sighed and gasped at the feel of the swell of her vulva through her plain
white underpants.  He was highly excited and he frantically pulled the
panties down past her knees, and then with a crude moan of delight, felt
her bare sex.
   He run his hand quickly through the front and felt the coarse pubic hair
on her pubis, and then drew his fingers along the slit of her sex lips.  He
insinuated a finger into her vaginal opening and the girl winced and cried
a little harder.  Brother Brendan was oblivious to the girl's emotional
disarray and he quickly stopped fondling her and lifted his cassock once
more.  Advancing towards her he trapped the cassock against his abdomen
with one hand and presented his cock against the girl's sex with the other.
It was awkward and he was fortunate Anna had already surrendered to the
realization he was going to fuck her.  Rape her if the situation be put in
perspective.  She was underage and clearly unwilling; and had even said no.
Brother Brendan slowly insinuated his cock head slicked with Anna's saliva,
and his copious flooding of precum due to his arousal, and eventually he
had half of his substantial cock engaged in the thirteen-year-olds cunt. 
Sensing his cock was well engaged; Brother Brendan dropped the cassock over
the girl's back and took her hips with both hands.  With a few deliberate
in-out moves, he eventually sheathed himself balls deep in her tight cunt;
Anna's sobbing rising in pitch as she felt the cock thud against her young
cervix.  She was no virgin.  She had been abused, raped, before by two
members from her solo mother's family.  But this priest had a cock much
bigger than she was able to accommodate comfortably and she clung to the
water pipe grimly as Brother Brendan settled into a rhythm as he raped her.
   Brother Brendan grunted and gasped with effort as he thrust deep into
the girl.  Anna eventually stopped crying, having resigned herself to what
was happening.  Instead she fought the shoving from behind and held on
stoically as Brother Brendan's vigorous fucking threatened to push her head
against the wall.  Eventually she settled to butting the top of her head
against the back of her hands clasped one over the other around the pipe
against the wall.  The young priest fucked her quickly and urgently and
soon he cried our as he hunched closer over her and he began cumming in
long streams of semen inside her vaginal cavity.  He jerked several times
and Anna cried out in stifled sobs of "oh!" and "ooh!" as he wrung the last
drops from his cock as he held himself as far inside her as he could.  He
stood, impaling her this way, and looked around as if taking in the
surroundings for the first time; his face smug with the satisfaction of
fucking this pretty teen.  It was a stroke of luck happening across her and
Father Harrington entering this old toilet.  He looked down at the cassock
covering the girl's buttocks and his cock sheathed inside of her tight
vagina.  His only regret was he never took his cassock off.  He would have
liked to have seen his cock moving in and out of the girl's sex.  He slowly
withdrew; bring a sigh of relief from the girl, and the cassock fell back
in place.  He stood back further and arranged his cock back in his shorts.
He peered at the girls sex sandwiched between her cute buttocks and he
leaned closer and then touched her, causing her to jump.  He worked his
finger slowly around the dilated opening of her sex and immediately the
semen began to ooze back from inside her vaginal cavity.
   "When is your period?" Brother Brendan asked in a low concerned voice.
   Seeing the semen and recalling the pubic bush he had felt on her pubis,
had triggered the realization the girl was through puberty and could well
become pregnant.
   "Saturday...this weekend," the girls gasped, wondering why he had asked
her this.
   "That's good...you're probably safe," he muttered, feeling a little
relieved and the brief panic he may have impregnated her passed.
   He reeled a piece of toilet paper from the roll on the wall and passed
it around near her head.
   "Wipe yourself," he said dully.
   He was acutely aware of the odor of sex in the small confined room.
   "We don't want you smelling like a brothel when you get back to class,"
he muttered as she took the wad of toilet paper.
   With a strong sense of embarrassment, Anna reached under herself and
wiped her crotch; bracing herself with one hand against the wall by the
water pipe as she leaned over the bowl.  She slowly stood, not turning to
face him, and dabbed at her sex and then dropped the soiled paper wad into
the toilet water.
   "Get dressed...and get back to class," Brother Brendan blurted at her.
   He quickly glanced at his watch.  It was eleven fifty.  Ten minutes to
leave the toilet and get clear, before the pupils poured from their
classrooms into the corridor for lunch break.  He turned to unlock the door
and then paused, and turned back to her; his hand on the door handle.
   "You say nothing Anna...OK...nothing to anyone.  Not even in the
confessional," he said in a low tone of warning.
   The girl, thinking he was leaving, had reached for her kilt, having
quickly pulled her underpants up when his back was turned.  He glanced at
the vee of her crotch and he cupped it lightly, causing her to jump.
   "I like you," he said, his voice softer now.  "I like you a lot...I want
to see more of you," he said locking her eyes with his.  "Ok Anna?  We can
be good friends?  Just like you and Father Harrington?" he added with a
forced smile.
   The girl nodded dully and dropped her gaze.  He squeezed her sex through
her panties one last time, and quickly turned and opened the door a
fraction; peering out to ensure the corridor was clear.  Satisfied there
was no one there, he walked out.  As soon as he closed the door, Anna
quickly locked it and fell back onto the toilet seat, her kilt in her hand
draped across her knees, and she cried uncontrollably.
   ****
   Fifteen year old Sharon Masters had seen the priest leave the toilet as
she rounded the corner into the corridor where the toilet was.  Sharon was
let out of class a few minutes early to head off to a dental appointment
over the lunch break.  Seeing the priest hurry away from her, she walked to
the toilet door.  She needed to have a pee before leaving the school to
catch a bus downtown to the dentists.  She walked into the closed locked
door with a look of surprise as to why it did not open.  Puzzled as to why
the door was locked, yet the priest had just left, the girl tried the
handle a couple of times but it did not open.  She stood perplexed and then
a look of suspicion came over her face.  She turned and walked quickly back
to the very corner were Brother Brendan had spotted Father Harrington and
Anna go into the toilet earlier.  Sharon waited, peering around the corner,
her mind working over the facts and possibilities of how the door was
locked when the priest had left.  There was someone else in there.  Who she
did not know but she had a fair idea it was going to be one of the pupils.
She had heard rumors of distant goings on in this school when she came here
a year ago when her parents had moved to town.  But nothing concrete or
factual was ever revealed.  She waited five minutes or so and then
realizing she would miss her bus, resigned herself to the fact she must
hurry and would have to use the toilet block downstairs before running to
the bus stop.
   Sharon walked around the corner a second time, just as Anna walked out
into the corridor, believing the coast was clear.  Anna had sat rigid with
fear when Sharon had tried the door, and she had waited for what she felt
was a respectable time, believing whoever had tried the door had moved on,
before she attempted to leave.  She had no idea it was Sharon at the door
as the girl seemed to be just arriving, coming around the corner.  She also
had no idea Sharon had seen Brother Brendan leave before her.  But one look
at Sharon's grim face told Anna that Sharon was indeed the person who had
tried the door and knew something was not right.  Wrongly believing Sharon
must know all; Anna sagged back against the wall beside the toilet door and
looked at Sharon approaching.  Anna looked like the proverbial deer in the
headlights.  In an instant Sharon realized something had happened in the
toilet as Anna dissolved into tears.  Anna felt everything she had
experienced, somehow Sharon knew.  The secrets she had promised to keep for
Brother Brendan, and Father Harrington, were out.  She felt embarrassed and
guilty about what had happened.  She was exposed as an easy girl.  Everyone
would know now.  The older girl came quickly up to her and put her arm
around the girl.
   "What's the matter?" Sharon asked.
   "He raped me," Anna blurted out, and sobbed uncontrollably.
   "Brother Brendan?" Sharon gasped in shock at Anna's accusation.
   Anna's eyes widened hearing Sharon mention Brendan as the man she meant
raped her; now confirming the older girl had seen Brother Brendan leaving
the toilet.  She nodded and sobbed uncontrollably.
   "Let's get you away from here," Sharon said urgently.
   "Why?" Anna sobbed, wondering why Sharon did not run for a teacher.
   "Because these people will do their best to cover this up," she muttered
and started to guide the girl quickly towards the stairs to the ground
floor.
   Sharon was well versed in the church's scandals over the past few years.
Having heard her parents, both practicing Catholics, discuss each dark
revelation from whatever dioceses around the world had been exposed over
serial child abuse.  Sharon knew full well the clergy at this facility
would move quickly to minimize the fallout and that would mean discrediting
Anna.  Sharon instinctively knew she had to get the girl to a doctor where
she could be checked, thinking the girl could be injured in some way; and
she would also be swabbed for DNA.
   "Did he use a condom?" She asked in a hushed tone as she guided the
crying Anna down the stairs.
   Anna shook her head.
   "That's good...let's take you to my parent's doctor.  I'll take you on
the bus...I'll stay with you," the older girl said trying to comfort the
girl.
   Sharon was mature enough to know the younger girl would still have
traces of semen in her vagina, and probably on her underwear.
   ***
   "That's odd," Mrs.  Haskins said, as she stood in the small kitchen area
of the staffroom.
   "What is?" brother Brendan said, looking up from his magazine.
   They were the only two in the room as class was just about to end and
soon the teaching staff would file in for lunch.
   "Sharon Masters is helping one of the younger girls from Sister Mary
Leo's class onto a bus.  The girl's crying...she seems very upset...I
wonder what can be wrong," the tea lady said peering out the window as the
bus prepared to leave; the two girls obvious in the large windows of the
bus.
   A pang of fear struck at Brother Brendan's innards and he stood quickly
and rushed up beside Mrs.  Haskins.
   "It's Annabel...Anna...Annabel...I don't know her last name...Watson I
think," he said in panic, and he had turned a pale gray.
   "Well something's wrong," Mrs.  Haskins said and turned and discovered
brother Brendan had vanished.
   He soon appeared in her view running to the bus stop outside the school;
only to see it drive off and he slowed and stood disconsolately watching it
leave.  He stood hands on hips and head bowed.  Sharon Masters.  Her
parents were interfering busy bodies within the school parent-teacher
system.  Always seeming to get their way by organizing the parents to
support them in a number of parent-teacher matters at the school; and most
of the teachers had come to be wary of their zeal and apparent willingness
to help the school.  Sharon was a real goody-goody and bound to be head
girl here one day.  If she was helping Anna because of what had happened,
Brother Brendan, and Father Harrington had every reason to fear what might
be revealed.  Brendan put his hands over his face and recalled the semen
oozing from Anna's tortured sex.  His calling card indelibly stamped;
easily able to trace him if Annabel accused him of rape.  She was underage.
Even a defense of consensual sex was going to see him in deep trouble with
the law.  It would be yet another sex scandal for the church to defend
itself against in the context of an already shattered reputation.  Brother
Brendan started to tremble and cry and he sank to his knees on the
pavement.
   "Holy Mother of God..." he began to pray...his hands clasped white
knuckled before him.
   The End
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