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Rachel Sins Part 1

Rachel made the sign of the cross and got up from her kneeling position in front of the altar with the large cross where Jesus looked down at her. She looked away from his accusing eyes and shame filled her body. She walked over to the confession booth and waited in line. There was a man and an older woman before her so she sat down and checked her phone. Her friend Jenny had texted her about meeting up for a coffee but Rachel declined in a short message saying she was late to work. She checked her e-mails and then scrolled the news feed. Nothing interesting there so she put the phone away.

When it was her turn, she walked into the booth and sat down.

The priest mumbled something hardly audible and she said, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Tell me, my child.”

“It’s my neighbor. He is a handsome man, older than I, and single. He is always nice, helps me with my supermarket bags, and keeps the elevator for me. I have thoughts about him.”

“What kind of thoughts?”

Rachel nibbled her lower lip before answering. “Unholy thoughts. Of us, of me doing things with this man and to this man.”

“God understands but he expects you to refrain from such acts. Have you thought about asking him out, maybe starting a relationship?”

Rachel laughed. “No, Father. All I want to do is fuck him.”

She put her hand to her mouth. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“Say ten Ave Marias, and six Hail Maries.”

She didn’t wait for the rest but hurried out feeling ashamed for her ...

... outburst.

Tom waited for the old elevator to finally make its way down to the lobby of the building. He leaned against the wall while skimming his messages. He heard the door open and then footsteps. They were heels, not tennis shoes. He checked his watch and smiled. Always on time, he thought.

“Hi, Rachel, how was your day?”

The young woman looked up at him and her large brown eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I didn’t see you, Tom. I’m fine and you?”

“Great. Did you have a good day at work?”

“Sure, the usual you know. Mondays are always busy.”

“I can imagine. That’s a nice outfit, is it new?”

She wore black pants, and a black blazer over a grey blouse and black heels. “No, not really, but thanks.”

There was a short silence until the elevator creaked to a halt and Tom opened the door for her. “Say, I was thinking, would you like to have dinner with me this week?”

He was so ruggedly handsome in his black jeans, boots, and red and blue flannel shirt. She didn’t know much about him apart from that he had moved to the city recently.”

“Well, I don’t know.”

He smiled, white teeth, and dimples in his cheeks. “You know where I live, just drop a note under the door.”

She got off first and Tom continued up two more floors while sporting another hard-on. He couldn’t help herself. Rachel was around twenty-five, tall, with dark brown hair, and spent time in the gym. He knew that from seeing her in shorts and halter tops during the weekend. She was at least ...