(Primemuscle enters the confession booth and taps lightly on the screen.)
Priest: Tell me your sins, my son.
Primemuscle: Well, Father, I've been flirting a lot with this cute little blonde at work recently.
Priest: Hmmm, I see. God doesn't take kindly to adultery; what does this blonde colleague of yours have to say about it?
Primemuscle: He just keeps telling me to fuck off...claims he's not gay!
Priest: Oh! Well...perhaps he's not. Are you...gay?
Primemuscle: Well, my kids sure think so. They called me a 'homo' last week for falling off a skateboard.
Priest: Kids can be so cruel.
Primemuscle: Tell me about it! It's fucking difficult trying to balance in high heels.
Priest: Son...I've an idea. How about we make a little tear in this screen and turn this booth into a gloryhole?
Primemuscle: Wow! It's like you read my mind!
Priest: What can I say? It's a curse!
LOL! Too bad I am not Catholic, don't have a job and have never been on a skateboard or in high heels ( I have a hard enough time keeping my balance on level ground). Do you think high heels will give me back the height I've lost while becoming and old man? -May be not be worth it though, since old people like me fall and break their hips, after which they are never the same. For one thing, it's hard to fuck someone in a position that requires hip action. Maybe they could sit on my pole to get me off...or you could suck me off.
Is the priest in you're little snippet cute....sexy? I can't see him through the confessional screen.