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show them I was really in,  if I run they’ll find me and do you know what they’ll do to me? My family? I can guess. I could help you get away, what do you mean you can help me? Didn’t you hear me Peter I’m here to kill you and I have no choice there is no escape.I,ve helped lads on both sides of the fence to get away to me  your no different. You’d help me a prod who’s shoved a gun in your face. Aye surely would, then I get to choose when I die no offense but I don’t want to die in this dress. The guy laughed you’re not right in the head Peter. And that’s when I knew I wasn’t going to die when he used my name ,Father Peter said turning to me. OK! So what happened to him I asked? I myself can’t tell you anymore swore you know and besides I’m not drunk enough he laughed, come on you got to tell me what happened. You tell me what brought you here and you have a deal? Blackmail! My God, father soon it’ll be me who’ll have to be listening to your sins. I said as I smiled up at him and then I realised what a frigging sight I must have been all this time after my convulsion of crying in the confession box.

My face must be a complete mess. Father could I use your bathroom please, oh yes of course, he guided me to a wee room to the side of the kitchen into a lovely neat bathroom with a shower and sink that smelt of him God he smelt good I had a wee noisy round but couldn’t see any aftershave, then a look in the bathroom mirror made me gasp, oh! Shit, oh! No I haven’t been sitting like that the whole time. Pure black panda eyes and big streaks of black running down my cheeks I looked like a mix of a zebra crossing and a panda run over. I wiped of the crap under my eyes and with wipes I kept in my bag I patter my cheeks then applied powder and redid half my face I didn’t put lippy on to obvious and it felt rough to flirty or sexy and I was feeling  none of that. Out I came and he had the kettle on .Tea and whisky, he said the eight o clock mass will be on in an hour or so have to sound all sober. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were and alcoholic father, no not close that takes real work and dedication and of course I’m joking one thing I have learned in this job you have to do what makes people comfortable, be a human being I’m not the almighty and I don’t prattle on like it otherwise I couldn’t reach anyone. Know Eileen will you join me for that brew, OK just black no milk or anything. Right so he said. As he poured the boiling water into the teapot I blurted out I’m a whore father, I should have picked a better perhaps safer time as he spilt half of the boiling water over the counter and his hand, oh God I’m so sorry he was all flustered as he run his hand under the cold water tap I wrapper the tea cloth around it and patted it and we both just stood there me holding his hand under the tea cloth and him holding mine on top I felt it my heartbeat in his hands and I didn’t want to look up into his eyes I wanted to stay in that moment ,everything had stopped as if all the beings in the universe where holding their breath, love had found love this is what it’s all about, BUZZ. BUZZ.I jumped as did he, what’s that? Someone at the parish house door. OH! Should I leave? No he said almost shouting almost begging, stay IL not be a minute. He pulled the door behind him and went out into the long hallway to the front porch. I looked around and my head began to spin, what I am doing, what I am expecting, I’m tricking a man of god, a man of the cloth into my web of sin. Holy fuck I’m disgusting. I grabbed at my bags and ran out into the chapel down past the altar not daring to look back he might be coming trying to save me and I was damming him to hell. I could swear all the holy statues spat at me and even hissed get out, and I did and I ran and ran...
    Eileen’ Story.
     
    Doreen opened the door HI! John how are you ?Great thanks, how  are you Doreen .She put out her