Father Thomas felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax. He had never felt such a powerful rush of pleasure, and the realization of his sin weighed on him like a ton of bricks. He had crossed a line, one that could not be uncrossed. Mrs. Castellanos opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his through the sticky mesh of the confessional screen. The look of shock and gu...