Take his final offer

The weight of his words hung in the air, and I nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of what he was saying. "I accept," I managed to say, my voice sounding steadier than I felt.

The Monsignor leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Good," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now, let us discuss the state of our flock." He gestured to a map on the wall, covered in pins and annotations. "As you can see, we have a good number of faithful who have embraced the new order. However, there are still some who cling to the old ways- who refuse to recognize the truth. There are also some who were necessary to secure our initial safety but have now become thorns in our side. Tomorrow, you will visit one of those thorns and make sure that he returns to the fold, one way or another."

He clapped his hands and Angela rose and stood at his side. "But first, let it not be said that I am a miser of the Lord's goodwill. I promised you companionship this evening and I shall provide. Sister, can you please provide the names of some of the ordinary faithful who might make an appropriate seal of our arrangement?"

Angela nodded and retrieved a large book from the desk labelled Parish Records. As she flipped through the names, I noticed the presence of photographs and descriptors next to them. Some had gold star stickers, others blue or green. The nun picked a name with a green sticker, and read aloud.

"Vanessa Morales. Senior year student at the school. Blessed by your reverence twice and designated for community outreach."

The Monsignor nodded. "A vivacious young woman, if I recall correctly." He looked at me inquiringly. I let my uncertainty show with a slight shrug.

"Perhaps another, a more experienced hand?"" he spoke, and the blonde nun read another entry from the page.

"Sofia Morales. School financial administrator. Aunt of Vanessa. Two children, neither in service. Unblessed, designated for community outreach."

I thought about the offers presented to me. A schoolgirl or a Milf? Tempting indeed. And yet... My eyes drifted to Angela's perfect face and down her figure, tantalizingly concealed by the loose habit.