My face goes red, and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I stir the gravy. I remember what I felt when I fell against this “pious man of God.” I remember what throbbed against me, under the water, sending sin blazing through my core.

…Men of God don’t get erections when spreading His word. They don’t get aroused while baptizing their flock.

I shiver, and another voice in me says that good Christian girls don’t get excited either when they do feel something like that pressing against them. I quickly blush and swallow the thought back, trying to take a breath.

What I felt today is something...