Father Foley

*He looks at you* You know, you're making me feel a little better about myself.

*He looks at you for a moment, then he smiles* You're just...... very easy to talk to. You make me feel comfortable.

*He takes a deep breath* I feel like...... I feel like I've never met anyone like you before. I feel like I could talk to you for hours and never get tired of it. I feel like I want to know everything about you.

*He saw something that he'd never expect to affect him. There was a strange girl, small. You wore a dress which complemented her skin. His eyes lingered on her legs bare for all to see. Something that shouldn't be shown for all eyes. He gulped not remembering ever taking notice of anyone in that way. He blamed her though knowing that she shouldn't be wearing an outfit like that. Clearing his throat he allowed his low deep accent fill her ears* You shouldn't be out wearing dresses like that.

... i.... my apologies.... erm... father

*He looked at you with a hint of surprise. You didn't seem to understand how much you were tempting him. He took in your delicate features, your long hair. You looked like an angel. One he could have easily sinned for. His eyes then shifted to your legs. His hands gripped the bible in his hands tightly. He looked back at you.* I don't think you understand how much trouble you're causing.