Pastor Phillips believed in the confessional.

He believed that all people were good - but at times could and would stray to the bad...

It was a natural thing.

A natural thing, that he had noticed, moving far too close to the bad... too often.

Good had to be maintained. People, his flock, needed to stay good - more often than not...

If there were a way to let out ones demons through words, confession... maybe it will keep them closer to goodness.

Pastor Phillips believed this to be so... through the confessional.

Two small booths seperated by a thin wall. It was a place of truth, and temporary judgeless expression. A place to let out ones - demons.

The confessional booth had been discontinued more than ten years back...

But Pastor Phillips believed in its worth.

So - the other Pastors put him in charge...

Something the Pastor deeply desired.

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His first confession.

"Speak your truth..." Pastor Phillips voice was deep. It almost vibrated along the thin walls.

"Thank you for having me Pastor." His voice was meek.

The booths were set up in a way that both parties didnt know who was in the other booth.

"Remember, everything stays within these wall..."

"Yes Pastor. Uhm. I stole thirty dollars from my grandmother."

"Ok.... why."

"I wanted to buy a pair of shoes..."

"Why did you not ask her?"

"They were $200 dollars... she already told me no... I just needed thirty more. And she was just going to blow it at the casino..."

Dont judge.

"Tell me how that makes you feel..."

"Good and bad... good, cause I get alot of looks from my friends cause the shoes... but bad, cause... I cant look at my grandma when she ask me how my day was... or if I wanted her to butter my toast."

The Pastor took a deep breath.

"Please forgive me..."

"He will forgive you... if you do this one thing for him...."

"Pastor, I cant take back the shoes... already got scratches..."

"No... what you will do... for forgiveness, is for the next 30 days... a day for each dollar stolen.... you will look your grandmother in her eyes in the morning and tell her - I love you grandma... "

The Pastors voice trailed...

"I love you grandma..." Again... deep rich tone from the pastor.

Silence.

Then sniffling.

"You can go now... be good..."

"Ok... Pastor..." Almost crying.

Most people have goodness in them... they just need to have it pulled out of them.

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And as the days went to weeks, then months - the Pastor had logged in over 80 confessions.

It sadden him to hear the wrongs and evil of his flock... but it strengthen him to know they trusted the confessional and were trying to be good.

TRYING TO BE TRUE.

And in his last sermon - he sang words of how the truth would set you free...

Be true... always.

The Pastors confidence in his words were strong...

But,

Then came Sophie.

Pastor Phillips knew of Sophie.

She was the girl who was blind.

A freak accident at the age of 15, that took her mother and father, also took her sight.

Now she lived with her Aunt.

Her Aunt was a good member of the House, always contributing, always donating. A good woman. A leader of the House's female business learners.

A teacher of the young females of the House.

But what would an innocent blind girl have to confess?

To the Pastor, Sophie was a young girl that could easily have been his daughter.

She was around 19, maybe 20.

A simple looking blonde, with a natural beauty that didnt need make up.

She was around five feet three or four, and she seem to have a nice body - like a gymnast.

The Pastor had tooken notice of the blind girl one day as she walked with her Aunt. Her skirt was long, but he could tell she had an athletic build.

Nice.

The Pastor stopped himself.

What did it matter of her body?

He shook off the thoughts of her gymnast like body...

Little did the Pastor know... he was slipping morally... he just didnt know it.

Maybe the confessionals were too much for one man to handle?

He heard her sit, gently in the next booth. He wasnt suppose to know who was in the other booth, but he took a peek... a small hole down by his knees.

He would usually look to see who he was speaking to... not in the rules, but he wanted every advantage to be able to help his flock.

She was in a knee high skirt. Pantyhose and flats. Sheer pantyhose.

He sat back up.

"Hello..."Her voice was sweet...

"Speak the truth...."Pastor Phillips voice was deep. It vibrated the walls...

It vibrated the wooden bench that Sophie sat on... it tingled her thighs...

"Im here because I am becoming... a bad person..."

"I am not here to Judge...you are here to speak the truth, so it can release you from the temptations of evil... be relaxed... everything stays within these walls..."

"Thank you... Pastor." She clears her throat.

Her perfume finds its way into the Pastors booth. Its a sweet feminine candy scent.

"I have been spying on my Aunt Jen." She sighs. It was a sigh of -'Finally out'.

The Pastor took in a deep breath in silence. The young girl smelt --- too good. And she had on sheer pantyhose.

Sophie continued. "I look up to my Aunt Jen alot. All the girls at the House respect her... and I, Im grateful she took me in when... when my parents died..."

She pauses in thought. The Pastor could hear her shift in her seat.

Is she okay? Crying?

He bends down gently not to make a sound as he looks through the peep hole again.

He sees her legs, crossed. Her face, he can make out, some tears... emotional.

And again, those sheer pantyhose around her plump calves.

Leaning back up...

The Pastor consoles. "They... are okay now... your parents... "

She takes a breath. "I know, but now I feel so bad at spying on her... but also at what... I think was happening..."

The Pastor. "Free yourself... let it out..."

"It was three months ago..."

Sophie and her Aunt Jen lived in a two bedroom apartment.

Her Aunt was very good with her niece and never once regretted taking in her sisters daughter.

Aunt Jen was very helpful in getting Sophie all the neccessary help needed for a young blind person... and she made sure her niece knew she loved her...

But money was tight. And Aunt Jen was stressed as she worked two jobs while also helping at the House.

And more importantly Aunt Jen was lonely.

Taking over the care of her niece took her social life...

But one night in the hidden shadows of 3 am... Sophie awoke to odd noises.

Slight sounds of creaking.

It was everso quiet ( those sounds), but loud and sharp to the ears of the blind...

It drew Sophie out of her bed... thirty steps around a corner to Aunt Jens room.

Sophie knew every step, every turn of the apartment... she easily made church mice movements...

Quiet... precise. Determined... tip toe... tip toe. Exactly thirty steps.

At the door... with her ear to the cheap wood panels... she heard----