Seek out the aid of the church

“This is obviously to immense an issue for us to decipher on our own,” your mother continued, “we should go down to the church and ask Father Ramiro for guidance.”

hopeful that the church may be able to explain your condition, and safe in the knowledge that anything you tell the priest will be kept a secret, you agree to seek out help at the church. Your mother called the good father and quickly arranged a meeting, and fifth-teen minutes latter you and your mother had just walked into Father Ramiro’s office.

You had never met Father Ramiro before. You didn’t used to attend church that often, and it didn’t help Father Ramiro had only only recently become priest. After the old priest passed away a year ago, Ramiro was sent in to take his place. Ramiro was a young Mexican man, only around 23 years old. Despite having only just been ordained before arriving, Ramiro was incredibly popular among the churches congregants. And as you first lay your eyes on him, you couldn’t help but understand why. He was an average-sized man with an average-sized build. His dark brown hair was styled in a neat comb over. His skin and a gentle tan. But what really grabbed your attention was his face. Well proportioned features and a nice nose and jawline made him look good, but his eyes where what really did it. Every-time you looked at him, your vision couldn’t help but focus on his hazel brown eyes. They drew you in, so warm, kind, and inviting yet also powerful and in control. One could easily loose themselves simply staring into them. You felt yourself get a slightly aroused at the thought.

“Why hello their Mrs.Kathleen! Please take a seat.” Said Father Ramiro.

“Why thank you father.” Replied your mother and you both took a seat in two wooden chairs in front of his desk.

“May I assume this is the person in need of guidance you referred to over the phone? And what would the name of your stunning young friend be? Wait! Don’t tell me, it’s something to do with moonlight. It goes with her eyes, it’s soft and gentle, Warm and yielding, deeply lyrical and yet tender and frightened like a tiny white rabbit.”

To your surprise, you couldn’t help but let out a short feminine giggle and coyly bat your eyes at his remarks. A strange feeling overtook you. You felt wanted, desired, and it left you pleasantly aroused. Not once in the past two days as a women had you experienced flirting. Sure the guys at the club hit on you, but that was completely different form what was happening now. Those men were crudely, and drunkenly, trying to hump and dump you, they weren’t concerned with making you feel this way like Ramiro. You felt yourself blush. Looks like you were about to get a crash course in seduction!

“My name is Alyson.”

“Alyson. Well, it seems as though I had made a grievous understatement.” You had o cross your legs to hid the quickly growing wetness this man’s words were inducing. “And what might be the meaning of this visit?”

You mother takes over, “Well…”

And so, your mother recites to the priest all the events that had happened up until this point. When your mother finishes, their is silence for a free minutes, as Father Ramiro contemplates all the information. Eventually, he speaks up.

“Well, this certainly is a strange situation. The good news, is that I believe your story. I don’t believe you would bother me with such a convoluted lie on a matter such as this. However, I unfortunately have no such experience with a matter such as this. I shall have to send this case to my higher ups in Rome in hopes they may be more knowledgeable in these matters than I. As such I will have to comprise a complete report, including pictures and well… physical examinations.”