She looked like a pixie, or an Irish wood nymph. Though I knew she wasn’t ugly that time on the side of the road, I couldn’t have guessed she was ...this beautiful. I had been right about one thing: she was too sweet to be getting into the messes she was getting in. Outside she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She still looked a little shaken. I just wanted to pull her close, but we were definitely still too close to the station. I didn’t want to look like the perv taking advantage of a. " Oh, sure thing." I got up and walked over to the tent, slipped inside and grabbed a glass then came back and handed it to him. "Here you go." He took the glass and held out his hand."John, John McFarland but everyone calls me Jack."I shook his hand. "Kate Kilbourne and everybody calls me Kate!" We both laughed then we clinked glasses and made a toast. "Are you camping all alone Jack?" Yea, took a couple of weeks off the job and I'm hiding in the hills. I guess that the truth be told I'm. .. , the priest thought to himself as a light musky scent reached his nostrils.He hardly heard the ritual words that preceded her confession, and even then the murmured words of penitence at her liaisons with other men at her husband's instigation hardly seemed to register on the priest's thoughts."You disgusting slut," the priest muttered to himself, but not having his mind on the job, the words came out quite audibly.There was a slight pause the other side of the screen, then the woman's soft. Look don’t tell her! Because the ones I was wearing were my only clean pair and I didn’t want to wear smelly pants all day today. These have been used ... and turned inside out. Pleeeasse don’t tell Erica, she’d be disgusted and it would ruin her first time doing that with a boy”“Nah, that’s not true. There was Daniel at the Youth Club.”“No, he was a wash out apparently. Couldn’t kiss and then nearly got caught with her hand down his trousers. Look I’ve told you far too much. Nothing.