Some "Spiritual Release"

You figure that the worst that could happen from asking the obvious question is getting thrown out of the church.

You smile and explain that you have just moved to the country, one of your standby excuses, and were wondering if the nuns here were as ‘welcoming’.

The nun listens to you, nodding her head along as you explain your situation.

“I think I understand,” She says with a broad smile. “And we are always open to those in need.”

She turns as she is speaking, gesturing for you to follow her as she walks across the floor of the church towards an unassuming door that you hadn’t even noticed before. As you walk with her the cloth of her habit shifts with her steps, hinting at the shape of her body beneath the figure destroying garment.

“We have a few rooms that we keep for those in need,” She explains as she leads you through the door and down a series of corridors.

You are walking for so long that you start to wonder just how far this place goes, eventually you find yourself being led into a pleasant but sparsely furnished room, a bed, chair and table taking up most of the space.

“We can offer you these rooms for a week.” The nun says from the doorway, that same, bright, helpful smile still plastered on her face.

You come to the realization that she completely misunderstood what you meant. You could always just let the misunderstanding stand, it would give you a few days to relax and get some of your strength back.

Yet, as you look at her standing in the doorway, her open smiling face and the hints of her body beneath those clothes. You can’t help but want to make your meaning clear.