“It’s sinful,” she said. Porn “No,” she insisted, “There’s plenty of time Father, there’s no hurry, no hurry at all.”
“Well, your mother said you should pray for a child Bridie, and I said I would pray with you, but well, I have duties,” Father Rafferty said, “And so perhaps this is a good chance for young Father Michael to pray with you instead.”
“Yes Mrs Donovan,” I agreed, “I’ll pray with you if you’d like.”
“Well I wouldn’t like, good day!” she snapped and she slammed the door! “You’re right. “Fuck me Father fuck me,” she cried. “Ah,” I said, “Maybe I’ll stick to wine,” but I hurried on. “Do you see father?” she asked. “We’re praying father,” I explained shouting down the stairs. “Ah,” I said, “Maybe I’ll stick to wine,” but I hurried on. “Trainee Mrs Kildare,” I said, “I’m doing accountancy at University do you see in the week and studying for the priesthood at weekends.”
“That’s very reassuring Father,” she said, “You know how I want a child more than anything.”
“Of course,” I reassured her, “Of course every newly wed woman wants to give her husband a child.”
