1. Paddy Gets A Wake Up Visit Part Three


    Date: 8/2/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: WobieTide, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    closer than the third row from the front. It was where Martha and I had always sat, here we could see the priests clearly, almost hear the rustle of their vestments as they moved about the altar conducting the service. It was always a source of great wonder to me how Martha's devotion and commitment to the church seemed such as to be instantly recognized and acknowledged by almost every priest who passed through our diocese over the years. Intermittently throughout the services, they would make eye contact with her, give a weak smile or barely perceptible nod and I would sense her respond in kind, her reverence almost palpable in the air. They reserved a somewhat lesser complimentary exchange for me, however, and seemed to look at me as someone to be merely tolerated within the congregation. It's true I wasn't as devout as Martha, couldn't attend mass daily as she did and wasn't available to go to the chapel house at the drop of a hat as she always was. I clearly didn't measure up to the expectations of our local clergy but, as Martha's husband, I was accepted with an indifferent tolerance bordering on contempt. I struggled through the service that evening, I just couldn't concentrate, I felt like a hypocrite, so when the bell chimed for communion, normally my cue to arise and be first to the altar, I froze. How could I accept the Body of Christ on my tongue after spilling my seed 'on the ground' and the blasphemy I had uttered during my imaginary tryst with my beloved Tina ...
    that morning? Yes, beloved! I adored her! So young! So exhilaratingly fresh and exciting! So sexy! So downright filthy! So truly adorable. So different to anything I had ever known in my life. Oh Holy God, just yards from where they were preparing to dish out portions of the body of Christ to his fold, I imagined immersing myself in the folds of the Body of Tina. I struggled to recover my composure, to regain control of my senses, fought to suppress the urges and desires reawakening in my loins. A few people had begun to arrive and file along the front of the altar to the end where the priest waited to commence administering the sacrament of the Eucharist. I couldn't bring myself to go to the altar and for the first time in nearly thirty years I left the mass without having received holy communion. I spent the evening quietly watching television in the communal room of the retirement home while other residents partook of their respective pastimes, my studio apartment now feeling like a lonely place. The next morning, after a restless night, I slept late, awoke at about nine thirty and more than two hours later still hadn't returned the unmade bed to its concealed position behind the panel in the wall, although I was dressed in my usual suit trousers and shirt when the nurse knocked on the door. I answered, but didn't admit her to my apartment as I normally did and stood in the doorway while she railed for nearly ten minutes about her miserable lot and how she ought to write to ...
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