Mrs. Charlotte Hanson was ushered into my office by the church secretary. "Yes Mrs. Hanson what can I do for you?" I asked.
"Please call me Charlotte," she said.
"Okay then Charlotte what can I do for you?" I responded.
I'm in need of some counseling," she replied.
"In regards to what?" I asked.
"I'm having ultra-realistic dreams where I perform acts that I would never do in real life," she said.
"Sound like you need a professional help, the kind I'm not qualified to provide. Perhaps you should see a psychiatrist," I replied.
"But Vicar, that is the rub. My husband Thomas is aware I have issues and had me see Doctor Bale a qualified psychiatrist. Doctor Bale has become my lover and my insane dreams involve him. In those dreams the doctor has me performing acts of depravity that I don't want to talk about. They never really happen they only occur in my dreams.
I need more than psychiatric help, I need spiritual help as well," she said.
"Well, I'm in the spiritual business," I replied.
"My best friend Beatrice Jordan told me how big of a help you were to her and suggested I see you," Charlotte said.
"Eh, how much did Beatrice tell you of her problem? I asked.
"She went into great detail. Her husband Bill has a very small cock and wanted her to experience what it would be like to be fucked by a huge cock. His love for her demanded he make this sacrifice and that you were a great help" said Charlotte.
"Did she say how that help was manifested," I asked.