Not another word about their incestuous relationship did I get and I knew that like the whore I was, I was being dismissed. I pulled my outfit together, drawing some pointed comments from Mother Maggie about how she'd love to see Tara and I dressed the same once my daughter reached eighteen in a few months. I felt my face blush and the heat of her lewd suggestions spread down my chest and southwards to between my legs.

As I turned to go, Father Thomas came up and gave me a gentle kiss and said, "Go with God," as he handed me a folded hundred dollar bill. Now, I'd gotten...