Sex and the Confession Box by M.H.O'Hara Page B

quickly, thank you and I promise IL make a huge donation to Saint Vincent De Paul father there’s no need for that I’m not promising anything but if I find anything I will call you, can you give me a number where I can reach you? I can give you my house number, I wrote it down shamelessly on the note pad with “The Europa’s Hotels”, heading at the top one of my many trinkets from my stay. Thank you father you really are saving not just one life but quite possible two.
    Peter’s Story
    Driving back over the black mountains Peter could still Taste her on his lips, the smell of her on his skin, in the car he breathed in deep. He could smell her in his soul, he felt alive exhilarated he had never felt like this before or if he did it had died when his father had died. He never thought he’d find peace, but love he never let himself dream that dream, hope that hope that one day a day like all others a women like her could walk into his heart and burst open the flames of passion that guilt and shame had extinguish fifteen years ago. He smiled he laughed he felt God ,yes God for the first time since he drowned himself in vows he felt God there with him in that car and he knew this was meant to be, it was all going to be great. He wasn’t afraid or worried not a bit of anxiety of telling his parish he was quitting he didn’t care or give a dame about seeing the Bishop or the cardinal he was excited by it all in fact he looked forward to it all, why wouldn’t he it was that one step closer to Eileen, that one step closer to holding her again forever and ever. He began to imagine her soft ivory skin, so soft and gentle and those brushes of freckles he wondered where they all over? He felt himself arouse, no shame came with it, he imagined her beautiful ample breasts, god he had only ever held a woman’s breast once well more a girl.

He thought back to his first and only girlfriend Kathleen Connelly she was a pretty wee thing her dad had the farm next to theirs and they had grown up together and attended mass and often walked home from school together. She had been a lot taller than he was then even though there was only a few months between them, he was a late bloomer she had the lovely red locks but the deep auburn red like Maureen O Hara lovely blue eyes she wasn’t a stunner as such but a  pretty girl, some would say plain. We began dating at the chapel dances and got on great though it all seemed a bit awkward at first, one minute we were having toy fights with me and my brothers and her included next we had to sit miles apart. So after being egged on by my younger brothers them saying she liked me that way and no one else seemed to be taking an interest or were either all dating someone or becoming bloody nuns it was Kathleen I kind of ended up with you may say. So after a few dances and walks home and a few very badly made moves on my part we kissed properly and it was nice and cordial. From what I remember after at least six months of this so called dating and I getting as randy as fuck I didn’t feel a spark of love or bursting romance so I thought I may as well call it off I’m not getting anywhere and I’m sure as hell not going to marry a girl to get my leg over so that was my decision ID tell her I had to end it cause I was going away like my brother Anthony to England to get work, it wasn’t true of course Anthony was going to England to escape my dad and become a welder ,I was staying had to oldest expected, beside I couldn’t leave me mother with that monster, my father. We met coincidently at a wake for one of our cousin’s way out at the back roads of Buncrana Donegal, everyone was pretty tanked up as per normal at Irish wakes and she came over to me and nodded for me to follow so I did as you do. She’d got us both a wee bottle of whiskey she’d swiped from the table and we made of to a nearby field. We sat up against an old tractor in the field, it was just the end of August and the signs of