Knowing The Priest’ bedtime is 9:30, you thought you could peacefully enter the church, maybe even find some peace fifteen minutes after 9:30. Yet, you strangely noticed the sound of music blasting from somewhere in the building.

Walking into a room, you saw him trying to reach something on the top of a dresser. Pausing the music, you started him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck! Jesus!” he yelped out.

You chuckled in disbelief. “Why are you awake? It’s 9:45.”

“Oh my God. I thought you were just in my head then. But, I mean, you were in my head then,” he added in his own disbelief. “But now you’re there.”

You laughed at how ridiculous he was. “Are you okay, Father?

He let out a mix of a chuckle and a sigh. “Oh, fuck you calling me Father, like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.”