Love's Last Kiss
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 12
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Steve Anderson knew it was wrong to fall in love with Maria D'Amato, his patient who was twice his age, but it happened and before he knew it, his life spiraled into directions that he never realized existed. There were secrets they withheld from each other, and one of those secrets cost Maria her life. Now Steve must find a way to protect her daughter without falling in love with her, too.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime Workplace Cream Pie First Oral Sex Sex Toys Violence
It was late when Deacon Alfeo Gronchi tapped on Father Ewen MacCailein’s office door in the rectory of the Holy Mother of God parish rectory. Father Ewen was finishing his homily notes for Sunday’s 9:15 mass when Alfeo tapped on his door. He was writing his notes out by hand, as he has always done for the past four decades. “Come in Alfeo! I always have time when you knock on my door. What would you like?”
Alfeo looked around the office, the ancient dark wood paneling gleamed in the candlelight, Father Ewen loved working by natural light, the Lord God’s second creation, everything that man attempts to make to replace natural light is a vile insult and falls far short of His creation, especially LED lights which are so painful to the eye. “You look happy this evening Father Ewen, is there cause for celebration?”
“There truly is! His Holiness has seen fit to ordain me as a Chaplain of His Holiness for my work as a military chaplain with our fighting men in Afghanistan! I don’t know if it is a cause to celebrate but I am happy.”
Father Ewen was a modest man, and his modesty often made Alfeo smile. Besides, it carries a title that is becoming rare in today’s church. “Let me be the first to address you properly ... Monsignor MacCailein ... Ah, I do see a smile!”
“Enough Alfeo, lets concentrate on you, What can I do this warm Saturday evening?”
“Sadly, there was a death in the family, I must make a perilous journey to my family in Italy. I was wondering if you could hear my confession before I leave tonight.”
“Absolutely Alfeo! Should we do it here or...”
“Oh please, Monsignor, I am a traditionalist! If it isn’t too much to walk over to the confessional?”
“By all means.” Father Ewen made one last entry in his journal, then blew out candles and put his notes away in his drawer. With his work cleaned up; the two men left the beautiful old rectory designed to look like a building that would have been built by the original Spanish priests that first worshiped in Florida 500 years ago. They walked over to the main building, which was lit inside only by the scores of flickering red votive offertory candles by the two side altars and the soft LED exit lights on the aisles.
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