For Shelley...
It was a brisk October night. The cool autumn air rustled though the trees, sending cascades of red, yellow and orange leaves to the ground. It was a perfect night for Halloween. Ghouls and goblins crowded the streets on their annual hunt for tricks and treats.
Shelly added the finishing touches to her costume. She was going to a friends costume party, dressed as an angel. She did not look like your typical angel however. She had on a very short, sheer white dress adorned with fluffy white feathers and a halo sitting on a bed of shoulder length golden hair. She had a pretty face which was dusted with silver glitter. Her wings were made from real feathers and were attached to the back of her dress. She was a tall girl, around 5'8"and had worked hard to keep her youthful figure. She had on white thigh high stockings and white pumps that accented the length and curves of her long slender legs. It was not at all what you would expect a catholic girl to wear. Her friend was going as her sexy devilish counterpart. She looked at her reflection and it was quite sexy.
She couldn't fight the feeling that she was forgetting something. In a moment of recollection she smacked her self on the forehead. She had intended to fill out a mass dedication card for her friends' grandma that had passed away recently. It was Saturday night, her last chance before Sunday Mass. She dialed the number to the rectory office at St. Katherine's. It rang and rang with no answer. She thumbed through her address book and stopped on Father Mitchell's name. She had been his friend for many years so surely he wouldn't think it odd of her to call so late in the evening.
Shelly had always been attracted to Father Mitchell. He was a tall and handsome man, in his mid-forties, with piercing eyes and a smile from heaven. He had dark hair and soft features. He was so sexy she thought and felt a blush rise to her face. Her passion for him had remained unspoken; he was a priest, dedicated to god and not pleasures of the flesh.
She dialed the number to his cell phone and waited for an answer. He lived in a little apartment above the rectory and was usually there alone at night. On the fourth ring he picked up.
"Hello? Father Mitchell? It's Shelly."
"How are you doing this evening" he asked politely in his deep soothing voice.
