1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    was made in 1961 and it once belonged to be my father.” “That’s Father Joe or Father Sebastian to you, heathen, show some respect!” “For God’s sake, Dom let the man speak for himself. Make yourself useful and pour me a glass of that bilge water you call wine. He does have a point though, Patrick, the preferred address is Father, or Father Joe.”“No disrespect intended Reverend, but you are not my Father. That is reserved for my Father-God of the Holy Trinity. John Ian Buchanan was my father on earth. Dad is now in Heaven with my Mother and the Lord God Our Heavenly Father.” “I appreciate your honesty, No offense is taken. Feel free to call me Reverend Joe if you like. Reverend is a proper title; however I am not here in that capacity now. Do you hear that Dom. Let me give you a hypothetical, Patrick. If you were to marry Marie and came back into the fold attending Mass every Sunday will you address me as Father?” “You’re a big help, Joe, siding with him,” Mr. Bernardino said, handing the Reverend his wine, “now you have him married to my Marie.” “No, I wouldn’t” I answered, waiting for a chance to speak. “I have known this big lout since Kindergarten,” Joe said, sipping his wine and laughing, “He’s not so bad when you get to know him. Dominic is even worse. You will soon learn to tolerate him as we all do if only for Marie’s sake. By the way, Dom this wonderful fruit basket is from Patrick and Marie.” “Patrick and I are having a conversation, Joe. Since you are not a priest ...
    today, if you want to eat, shut your yap and listen.” I was thinking, ‘Well, he finally called me by name? I have to admit he is a strong bastard though. He can certainly give Sam a run for his money.’ “What makes you think that you are good enough for my daughter?” “What makes you think I’m not?” “I don’t like you. You show no respect.” “Yes, you already said that. Respect goes both ways, Mr. Bernardino.” “Are you after my daughter’s money?” “No, I’m not after Marie’s money.” “I don’t believe you.” “You are entitled to your wrong opinion, Mr. Bernardino.” “Is that so; how much money do you make?” “How much money do you make and I’ll put my bank book up against yours any day.” “If I didn’t love my wife and daughter as I do you wouldn’t be allowed in my house.” “Don’t do me any favors, Mr. Bernardino. I never go where I am not welcome. “So you are a farmer.”“No, I’m a Blacksmith and machinist and I know how to operate a farm.” “Living on a farm in the middle of the sticks can’t be much of a life for my daughter. Do you even have indoor plumbing?” “Why, are you looking for work? I asked in response” and I thought I saw the hint of a smile but he caught himself and scowled, “Will you ever consider selling your farm and moving to the City? If you don’t farm what difference does it make where you live?” “Our homestead has been passed down from father to son since 1786. The land is in my blood and generations of Buchanan’s are buried in the family cemetery.” “So, you are saying from ...
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