The church was deserted. Brad ushered us into the dark confessional. The smooth wood gave off a soft, soothing scent. I nestled onto Brad's lap, and he held me against him. His palms traveled over my body in slow exploratory movements.

Someone opened the window on the other side. I couldn't see who it was through the mesh.I sat up quickly and cleared my throat, feeling suddenly nervous. The guilt of what I had been doing crashed over me in waves as I realized that it might be actually helpful to confess. I had never actually confessed before, though, so I wasn't sure what to do.