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   Violet was not in school today.

   Something funny was up.  Last night Father Nocita did not come fetch me,
and today I felt like everybody was staring at me.

   Tonight after lights out Father Nocita appeared under the window waving
at me.  It was a pretty brave thing to do with Sister Patricia there, but I
was thinking maybe I would get some more ice cream.

   Father led me away from the dorms, away from the classrooms, away from
the rectory.  This night he led me to the churchyard.  I don't like going
by the old stone church at night.  It's all covered in ivy and spooky.  But
worse than that, it is in the center of an old cemetary.

   I held back and Father pulled me behind by the arm.  He led me over to
an old stone bench where he removed all of my clothes and started kissing
me and rubbing me really nice down there.  I started to get all warm and
dreamy.  I even forgot where we were as Father held me in his big strong
arms.

   When I was soaking wet and incoherent Father asked me to lie down on the
grass.  I didn't want to.  There was moss and soil and dead people under
there.  As usual, Father cajoled and insisted, and as always I obeyed.

   He laid me down next to a broken statue of an angel.  It was lying on
its side - a fallen angel.  The angel had been pointing skyward, at heaven,
but now just pointed at the bench.  Father opened my legs and told me to
scoot down a litle.

   When I realized what he wanted me to do, I tried to crawl away and stand
up.  Father put a strong hand on my chest, "Now, now, it's not as if it's
Jesus.  Or Mary even.  It's just an old statue.  You have had a lot of
things up there before.  This isn't so different is it?  I mean, you want
me to be happy don't you?  You want to be a good girl for me?  There you
go, back down, such a good girl."

   I scrunched down until the statue's arm was between my legs.  Father
crouched down beside me and opened me up, helping to guide the pointed
finger into my pussy until it was in as far as it would go.  Father told me
to squeeze my muscles inside and enjoy it.  He watched the marble finger
there at my opening, then stood up.  He laid me back down and set my head
in his lap, playing with my nipples as I lay there, impaled upon the
statue.

   Then he slowly started to get up.  I turned and whimpered.  He said,
"There, there, I'm just going to be gone for a moment.  Now I want you to
stay right there and be a good girl for me.  You promise?  You are to keep
that finger deep inside of you and not move an inch.  Understood?"

   I nodded.  I would never disobey Father, no matter what.  But he looked
a litle bit sad.

   I lay there, feeling the cool marble inside of my pussy as it slowly
warmed a little.  The coolness felt soothing, and the marble was so smooth.
I squeezed inside a little, just like Father taught me, and I waited for
him.

   Then all of a sudden I heard dogs and screaming and there were bright
lights shining in my eyes.  Father Patrick shouted, "There!" and Sister
Ascension fainted.

   I wriggled my way off of the statue, but I was lying there naked, in the
middle of the night.  I was caught.  It was too late.  They had seen
everything.

   I looked around frantically for Father Nocita but he was nowhere in
sight.  Father Patrick said, "I told you there was something wrong with
this one.  She has been the one abusing that poor Violet Carruthers all
this time.  All those marks, all the irritation, it was Carmen the entire
time!"

   Sister Patricia wailed, "Oh, how could we have doubted you Father?  Can
you ever forgive us?  How could we have ever imagined?  How could we have
ever imagined..such...a...thing..."

   "Well, said Father Liam quietly, there's only one thing to be done now.
One place for girls like her.  Have her bag sent after."

   They led me to a car and locked me in the back.  As we drove away, I
looked out the back window and saw Father Nocita standing there in the
rectory window.  He hung his head and slowly let the curtain fall shut as
he turned away.