The Catholic Church doesn’t believe in divorce. I could have petitioned the Pope but I don’t think he would have considered the request favourably... from someone so incapable of adding to the Vatican coffers. So, according to the church, I’m still married.”“How did you get to be a priest if you were married? I thought they required celibacy.”“The church makes exceptions on a needs basis, for example when recruiting dissidents from the Church of England.”“Are you still in touch with your ex?”“Yes.. My lacy white underwear draws his lustful gaze from mine, and I shudder as he licks his lips. But his hands don’t go to where I want them most. Instead, he starts massaging my feet and calves, following with wet, sensual kisses. I sigh as he makes his way up my leg, whimpering as he gets up to the top of my thighs. His breath ghosts over mound before he pulls away to give my other leg the same treatment. He takes his time and I am panting by the time I feel him glide his fingers across the lace. You have a very important decision that you must make.“To answer your first question, you are in what we call ‘The Cusp’. Most beings pass non-stop through ‘The Cusp’ on their way to the next world. You are one of the extremely rare cases in that you are going to be allowed to make a decision. Do you remember what happened to you?”“Yes, I was trying to heal my two fellow healers who had passed out from exhaustion. Are they going to be alright?”I was finally able to see her face or maybe she. . I don't know. I just wanted her, man.”I hopped from his bed and stood over him. He didn't look up. “You don't see anything wrong with that? You didn't feel any shame afterward?”He snorted, looking up to me with his deep blue eyes, and said, “Do I see anything wrong with fucking my own mother? Yeah. Do I feel shame? No... not really.” We'd been talking quietly up until then, and I suddenly felt a pang of fear in my belly. Not only was it been late, Dad was back home, and I prayed to God he.