Chapter 62

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The priest shuddered and held his hand over the young boy’s mouth and thrust as much as his huge belly would allow.  The boy tried to cry in pain and the priest paused to whisper in his ear. “Quiet, I’ll be done soon.”

The priest thought about how weak these boys were.  Why, when the bishop first took the priest he was only ten and small and bled for days.  This boy had already been used. He had been promised an untouched boy if he could get the couple to do his bidding.  The thought of the pretty young boy’s bee stung lips on him for the first time brought him to climax.

When he could regain his breath he rolled off the boy and told him to quit whining and clean him up.  Then he went to his safe and opened the folder.  His eyes gleamed with pride and the glory of his faith.  His plan had been approved and there was talk of a promotion!  Her Grace said that his ability to marshal the troops was an example for the other priests in the inner circle. He wondered if he dared visit one of the sites?  No, not yet.  He must be strong.  He had been squirreling money away from the collection plate.  He almost had enough saved.  He was scheduled to attend the symposium in Ho Chi Minh City.  From there it would not be difficult to visit the retreat in Thailand.

He must not let himself get distracted again.  He pored over his notes.