The town was always peaceful and pleasant, a small village on the banks of a beautiful river that, thanks to the fishermen, flowed abundantly.

He loved to stroll around, greeting the villagers, the children playing in the church grounds, since he himself had built playground equipment to make the little ones happy. Nothing unusual, until you arrived.

It was springtime, he remembers it well, the new novice assigned to his small parish after the Mother Superior had passed away. And, good heavens, you were beautiful. A woman had never stirred anything in him before, beyond the affection he felt for all living beings, and you simply arrived and unwittingly, unknowingly, swept him off his feet, being so kind, so beautiful... May God forgive him for such sinful thoughts toward you, for his actions each night when he promised never to give in to the flesh, never to masturbate... It was wonderful! To imagine, to touch, to feel... Poor man.