1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


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

    taking my hand, “We didn’t hear from you for almost a year. Your father and I were so worried. You went back to college and that was a good thing. But you took a wrong turn. You were spending money recklessly and dressing like a tramp. I couldn’t believe it when you cut your hair, but I’m glad you are back to your God given color. You weren’t the same after your divorce, Marie. You were distant and you were bitter. You stopped attending Mass. We are your parents, Marie. We love you. You will always be our baby. And Joe, your surrogate uncle, your Priest; the man who Baptized you, from whom you received your First Holy Communion loves you. When we heard that those bad friends of yours died of an overdose we were frantic. We went to your house and nobody was home. Nobody at the college has heard from you. Joe called in some favors and no stone was left unturned. They tracked you down to a private nightclub. The trail went cold there. You have no idea how relieved we all were when you telephoned. We had a telephone number, Patrick’s name and an address. Joe did some further checking and was given information about Patrick in the strictest confidence. He told us you were in good hands and not to worry. You were safe. Do I like Patrick? How can I not like him? Patrick brought our baby back to us.” When dinner was ready, I went in to tell the men, and then we all sat down to eat and Father Joe said grace. I noticed that Patrick made the Sign of the Cross during the prayer. My ...
    father didn’t fail to notice, “I heard you say aren’t a practicing Catholic, Patrick. Is it appropriate for you to make the Sign of the Cross?” “Mr. Bernardino,” Patrick said firmly, “The Sign of the Cross is a beautiful and holy gesture. I was baptized a Catholic. My Mother was a Catholic and I attended Mass with her every Sunday until she died. Mom taught me how to pray as soon as I was old enough to speak, and that is how a prayer begins and ends. I carry my Mother’s memory in the Sign of the Cross. All Catholics are Christians, although not all Christians are Catholic.” I looked around the table. Dad looked very uncomfortable because my Mother was giving Dad dirty looks. Father Joe had a very thoughtful and knowing look on his face as he took a sip of wine while Patrick was taking everything in stride. He made himself very comfortable in our family, as if my Father’s behavior was the part of the way things were with us. Patrick continued, “One meaning of the word Catholic that is found in any good dictionary, is universal. But I’ll stop; I don’t want to beat the subject of Catholics verses Christianity to death.” “The Church’s position is that you are Catholic from the minute that you are baptized Catholic, Patrick,” Father Joe offered, “and therefore logic dictates you will die a Catholic, as well as a Christian. Would you not find comfort in the Last Rites?” “With all due respect, Reverend, you are not the first Priest to tell me that.” “Then you agree?” was the follow up ...
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