On my return
to the boarding house I found myself locked out. I managed to lever up the
front sash window and affect an entrance, trudging muddily across the lounge
In my room,
still shaking with the magic of concupiscence I sat on the edge of the bed and
stared at the hands that had so recently touched the untouchable.
The room swam
dizzily before my eyes and Gods voice thundered in my ears
SINNER! He had justly punished me. He had turned my fingers
Surely this was
some dreadful pox visited upon me for my sins. I rushed to the sink and
scrubbed desperately at my contaminated fingers, but to no avail.
I returned to
the bed, sat down and cried for the longest time, my hands held out in front of
me so as not to contaminate anything with my diseased fingers.
God was kind
and eventually allowed me to sleep, albeit fitfully.
came sanity and memory
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