I dread my time in the confessional. I know she will come, and tell me what she has done. The boys and girls she has seduced, what depraved acts they have committed. She will go into such excruciating detail that I cannot stop my body from reacting. I know this is what she wants, and yet I cannot stop her. Last week she offered to touch me, to release my "pent up frustration." I think she laughs at me. Later, as I sit alone in my room I think back to the confessional and I m********* thinking about taking her there. I don't know if I will be strong enough to resist.