Frankly speaking, I initially couldn’t
completely concentrate on the rite
before me because of the many
thoughts of Mirabel. Why I should be
having such thoughts was quite difficult
to say but all the same, I was having
them. I was particularly thrilled about
her persona. She was such an energetic
young girl and looked like one with a
fabulous future! I was just jealous in a
way for the lad she was going to get
married to. He was definitely getting a
complete woman! She was a great girl
to have around; she’s always sounded
intelligent and her manners so far had
been fantastic! Then to crown it all, she
was charming! That there, was the
complete package! I so loved fortune or
whatever it was, for bringing us to
know each other. This wasn’t the
traditional case of a mentored seeking a
mentor. No. This was rather, the mentor
seeking the mentored. I was hoping to
continue watching her development
both in the church and in her career. In
fact, while we were driving, I had asked
her a couple of things about her
religious life. I asked her the last time
she had a confession. Of course, it was
easy to lie about it even though I was
supposed to be the one she was going
to confess to anyway. But she did say
what looked like the truth when she
said she hadn’t gone for one for over 3
years already. It was a stunning truth
but one I easily understood given her
past. She had refused to share her
experience with the deacon with
anyone in church since she was worried
the deacon would be exposed. She only
told me she wasn’t a virgin anymore
because I asked her. That in itself,
showed how innocent she was. If she
had chosen to lie like most guilty spoilt
adults would do, I was probably not
going to find out. But Mirabel didn’t do
that. Innocent Mirabel told me she
wasn’t a virgin anymore!
After Mass was over I had a couple of
other meetings with certain leaders at
the Parish. Renovation work had been
going on at the old wing of the parish
building and I was regularly briefed
about any progress made. This time it
was the last meeting I was going to
have and as soon as it was over, I
returned to my office to pack up for the
night. For the past two months, I had
been doing a study on the epistles of St.
Paul and it had always kept me awake
most nights. I had to pick up some new
study materials from my office library
before eventually calling it a day. My
catechist who usually always waits
behind until I had gone, was already
waiting to carry my little luggage into
the car. He’s been a wonderful servant to
the Parish for several years and he was
even the one who recommended
Ignatius, my actual housekeeper who
was currently on leave. In Ignatius I
eventually found a very hardworking
man who despite his age was always
willing to learn. He had been with me for
over 8 years and had served so honestly.
While I may have gotten very excited by
the prospect of having Mirabel as a
handy personnel within the clergy-
house, I still knew it was going to be
difficult keeping her for so long. Ignatius
would return at some point and I would
have to welcome him back. That is what
everybody understands should happen.
That is what my catechist understands
too and as he handed me my things and
waved me good night, I also understood
who was likely going to be the first
worried man if I failed to go as he
thinks.
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Anyways, I got a little bit uncomfortable
after I had returned to the Rectory. To
begin with, Mirabel had done an
unexpectedly brilliant job in my absence!
She had firstly made me dinner which
she had covered on the dining table.
Then she got some bathwater heated up
for me – this usually used to be a
problem for me given the time required
at times. She also gave the house a
definite touch; arranging things into
place just like it used to be when there
was a housekeeper around! I was so
pleased the moment I noticed all these
and even though I suspected she had
slept off, I told myself she was definitely
going to get a salute for already
knowing her way around in just a short
time. The concern actually only came
after I had finished having dinner and
bathed. I had also changed into my
Aaron robe (a robe I wore around at
home) and was making it through the
hallway leading to the staircase. I
wanted to catch a quick sleep upstairs in
my bedroom before waking later in the
night for my study at my little library
downstairs. Then while crossing
Mirabel’s bedroom which was also
accessed from the hallway, it occurred to
me that I was yet to see how she settled
into her new room. Of course, it used to
serve Ignatius and it was always going
to be a bit tiring putting your things
together in an already occupied room.
So I felt I had to check on her.
However, when I walked in, I met more
than I had bargained for! Mirabel was
already asleep from what I could see,
but that wasn’t the only thing I could
see! She was indeed sleeping with a
nightrobe (which I really doubted was
hers given I had seen Ignatius wear it
before) and it was barely covering her
body as it should! She was facing the
wall meaning she was going to have her
buttocks towards me and because of
the way her nightrobe hardly covered
her, her entire buttocks was exposed to
my first glance! The panty she was
wearing was seeming like the only
saving element in the encounter!
And noutright surprise, even to myself, I
cried out a quick prayer – engaging the
Sign of the Cross countless times across
my chest! I was visibly shaken and I
hurriedly shut my eyes still muttering
more prayers! I had seen the
unthinkable and needed not to see
anymore! Thus with eyes shut, I began
to trace my way towards her in a bid to
pull the nightrobe over her buttocks.
Luckily, I succeeded in locating the dress
but without mistakenly feeling up a
number of places around her buttocks
and thighs! Without wasting further
time though, I quickly pulled the
nightrobe down before opening my
eyes. And I was soon out of her
bedroom and back into the hallway. I
paused for a moment making sure I had
a clear head as well as offering more
prayers. And then as soon as I felt I had
calmed down, began to climb to my
bedroom. It was unimaginable what had
happened and no ear was going to bear
hearing it! Female nudity in a Rectory?!
Worse still, female nudity before a
priest?! It was a perfect example of an
abomination and I didn’t know how to
explain to myself how I’d got to this
point already! Even when I tried getting
into sleep, I just couldn’t do so! Diverse
thoughts crowded my head. I had to
abandon sleep. I was going back down
to resume my study.
Downstairs too, I wasn’t concentrated.
In fact, it only got worse! While I had
been asking myself how I had allowed
this to happen, this time around as I
attempted going through some of my
old written commentaries, I realized the
thoughts had totally changed. Instead of
just wondering about the possible
reasons behind the ugly occurrence,
several imaginations of what I had seen
now kept creeping into my thoughts!
The visual contact was actually very brief
and almost negligible but I found my
imaginations blowing it out of
proportion! I found my thoughts
analyzing pictures of how her panty had
gripped the fleshy skin of her buttocks
and even how the crack of her butt was
evidently outlined as a little valley at the
center of the fabric!
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When thoughts of what could have been
if I had felt her Kittycat instead of her
nightrobe when I tried covering her,
began getting into my head, I knew real
problems had come! Because from
there, it graduated into a spree of
several crazy thoughts which hardly
allowed me concentrate on my study
anymore! At some point, I had to
temporary suspend my progress to stare
blankly into space for several minutes! I
couldn’t believe the brief seconds I spent
looking at her semi-nudity had brought
all this to me! It was the sound of the
door to the living room, that brought me
back to the present!
Then when I looked up, it was Mirabel
approaching the dinning from the living
room. Given the way the Rectory was
planned, one could see as much as a bit
of the living room, then the dinning, the
connecting lobby all the way into the
kitchen, right from the library. It was
quite a view and I guess the idea was to
give the person studying at the library a
quick access to all three spaces since
they were the likely spaces he would
always use after a study session. So as
soon as Mirabel stepped into the living
room, I easily spotted her in the
darkness there and trailed her
movement all the way to the dinning
where she picked up a cup before
walking straight to the kitchen. I
instantly knew what she came out for –
water! She was certainly the type that
woke up at night to drink water.
Anyways, while that wasn’t an issue, the
actual issue surfaced when she flicked
on the light bulb in the kitchen only to
be revealed as just wearing a bra and a
panty! That instant, I died within me! In
fact, I didn’t even know when I repeated
the Sign of the cross again and again;
uttering the early parts of the Hail Mary!
To Be Continued…
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