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whether I would be capable of that. Worse, I both dreaded and feared my first visit to the sacristy. What should be a revered room was a place of horrors for me.
    “I’m sure you want to get settled. Let’s get your things.”
    The robust man was probably in his forties and moved with speed. It only took two trips to get all my things inside and deposited into my new room. It was decent—a small bedroom with an attached bathroom, much like my rooms at Notre Dame. I unpacked and put all my things away, which took no time at all. When I finished, I joined Father in the den.
    “Father Cernak, the nice thing about not owning a lot is it makes moving easy.”
    We both chuckled.
    “So, Canaan, I think first off, we ought to be on a first name basis, if that’s good with you.”
    “Absolutely.”
    “Good. Call me Bill, then.”
    “Bill it is.”
    “Tomorrow is Saturday, and I thought it might be best if you celebrated our five-thirty evening Mass. Does that work for you? It’s well-attended and it’s casual. You’re young, and I think you’ll be a hit with the youth. They’re the ones who frequently attend that service.”
    “Sounds good. I guess I need to work on my homily then.”
    “I was going to suggest just that. You can introduce yourself instead of focusing on the message from the gospel. It will make it easy on you, and it will satisfy the curiosity of the parishioners. And the Saturday attendees expect an abbreviated homily anyway. Now, Sunday, I was thinking you could do the early service and do the same thing. Is that okay?”
    “Yeah. It sounds good.”
    “On Sunday, I’ll do the nine thirty and eleven thirty. Then next week, we’ll move it around to give you a bit of exposure. Of course, you’ll be present at all.”
    “Sounds good.”
    Bill nodded, then added, “Great. Then why don’t I show you the office here so you can get acquainted with things? Tomorrow morning I’ll give you the grand tour of the church. Of course, I’m sure not much has changed since you left.”
    “Sounds good.” Why did I keep repeating the same phrase? Pull it together .
    “One other thing.”
    I glanced back at him. “What’s that?”
    “Father O’Brien.” I froze, unsure of where the conversation was leading. “The police have been around asking questions.”
    When he didn’t go on further, I prodded him. “About what?”
    “About his death. He fell backward and landed right on his head on the concrete, fracturing his skull. Even though he had a heart attack, they have to investigate if the heart attack came before or after the fall. They believe that it’s probably the former. They tell me it’s all as a matter of course for these things. I don’t think they will be back, but I thought it best to warn you.”

 

    Present Day
    He was moving fast, which I liked. His hand burned a trail down my back before he worked the zipper on my skirt.
    “God, Haddy, you’re so hot.”
    “Haven,” I said, correcting him.
    “Yeah, whatever,” he said, fumbling with my zipper.
    “Don’t talk, okay?” He was totally blowing this for me. I needed to get off and had made my choice for the night. I hoped I hadn’t picked wrong.
    “God, your body is amazing.”
    Whack . He slapped hard against my ass.
    The slap wasn’t actually that painful, but it rattled me. “Don’t hit me. I’m not into that.”
    Whack . “It’s a love tap, and your ass is off the charts.”
    That was it. I shoved him away from me and started buttoning my blouse.
    “What the hell, baby?”
    “Don’t ‘baby’ me. I told you I’m not into hitting.”
    I turned back, and his hands were palm up toward me with his pants around his ankles and his condom-covered cock pointing at me in accusation.
    “Okay, fine, fine. Don’t go.”
    His slightly smaller than average dick wasn’t worth my time.
    “Too late for second chances,” I said after zipping my skirt back up. With my clutch in my hand, I was out the door. I was up for a