She may need a push

"Alison..." I use a level, preacher like intonation, "sometimes the Lord puts people in hard situations, so they recognize their sins."

She looks at me briefly and then diverts her eyes. I decide to press the topic.

"Are you a good and faithful servant of the Lord?"

"Yes, Mr. Patterson." The way she gazes up at me with a mixture of nervousness and hope tells me I'm on the right path.

"Even when Dick, I mean Richard visits you?" It's a cruel thing to do, to hit the sweet young thing when she's already down, but if I'm going to get anything out of this damn situation, I have to use every tool at my disposal.

"But, but, he's not. I mean we don't, it's not like." She is totally stammering, and practically quivering in front of me at this point.

"Listen to me Alison, you are a stained soul. Would you like to do penance? I can help you."

"Really? You'd be willing to help, Sir?"

"The first part of the journey of repentance and cleansing is confession. Can you do that?"

"Confession?" For a moment she looks almost relieved. I always marveled at the faithful, who would find solace in confession and move on.

"Alison, get on your knees." It is then than I reach for my cell phone, open the camera, and start recording. I can see her confusion about why I need to record this, but from what I've seen so far about this lovely young woman is her blind trust in religion and men of faith.

"You are a sinner in need of absolution, my child." I intone firmly. "Trust this process. Calmly and clearly tell me what you did."

"I've had sex outside the sanctity pf marriage."

"No, Alison, for this to work you must be fully open in all the details." I keep my tone neutral and firm. "How often do you have these carnal relations?"

"Every week, sometimes twice."

"What part of your body do you sin with?"

"My... vagina."

"What do you let Dick do?"

"I let him..." she pauses, clearly deeply embarrassed by having to go into detail.

"I need you to say it in the most honest way," I instruct her. "If he fucks you, say 'he fuck me.' If you act like a whore, say it. The lower you go now, the deeper your repentance will be."

"I am a whore! I let him f-fuck me." The way she stumbles over the word makes me wonder if she's ever used it before out loud. But I have her on the ropes now, and I'm not about to get distracted.

"Where?" I ask, and then when I see the confusion on her face, I clarify the question. "What part of your body does he defile?"

"He fucks me in my pussy."

"Look at me." I tell Alison. Her tear-stained face and blood shot eyes turn toward me.

"Alison, you've taken the first step, but you need to recognize how truly flawed you are in the eyes of the Lord. Are you proud of how you dress? How you affect men who see your body?"

"I... I... show my body in tight clothes."

"What kind of women dress in tight revealing clothes, my child?"

"Sluts dress like that, Mr. Patterson." She wipes away a new batch of tears, "I dress like a slut." This is too perfect. I tell her to get up. Sobbing, she asks me, "Is that it, Mr. Patterson? I feel so stained! How will this help?"

Oh, she is so **** now, but I realize that a bit more of this role playing, continued tomorrow will make me a very happy, horny man.

"That's it for tonight." I dismiss her. "Go to your room and pray that the Lord will show you a path back to him."