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From: "Deja User" <empath69@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Venial" {Dancer} (bibl, no-sex, humor)
Date: Mon,  7 May 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Venial"{Dancer}(bibl, no-sex)


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Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity.  PLEASE do not emulate these people since they 
are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where 
sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't 
happen.  You don't live in such a world, so "let's be 
careful out there."

Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you 
can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, 
you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. 
Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up 
for little age-testing quizzes like this! :)


Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little 
opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
distribution are permitted by her.


Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect 
is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of 
humanity.  But wait - how does that author KNOW if people 
are reading and enjoying his story?  Yep; if you like a 
story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is 
email the author and tell them so.  I promise that it'll 
make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark 
Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to 
cheer someone else up."  As always you may contact me (and 
my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email 
account:             <empath69@my-deja.com>  
(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part twenty-two of Dancer's 
'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she 
whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov 
eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run 
I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still 
around?)

And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you 
don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones 
that might squick you...

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The Alphabet Game (22/26) (bibl, no-sex)
Venial - that may be forgiven, pardonable

Copyright Dancer 2001

Father James Cooper made another pass with his lawn mower, 
thinking on how much he wanted to continue towards his 
ordainment as a priest. Becoming part of the priesthood had 
been his goal since he could remember but something kept 
him from it. First was the flood that washed out the only 
road between James' parents' home and the church. Next came 
a tornado that ripped the church off its foundation and 
scattered the bricked building all over town. A few 
wondered if God was making His presence known, preventing 
James from being ordained.

James had no doubt in his mind. He wanted to be a priest. 
"Come Hell or high water, I -will- be ordained on Sunday," 
James whispered to himself and looked skyward. "Forgive me 
for swearing, Lord." He finished trimming the lawn and 
pushed the mower back inside the tool shed, locking the 
door. He wiped his sweaty brow with his ragged, holey 
Rutgers shirt as he walked to the front of the house. A 
little gray rabbit darted between his legs and stopped 
directly before him to nibble on the cut grass.

He squatted down and watched the rabbit eat. "Are you 
somebody's pet?" James asked the animal and held out a 
hand. The bunny twitched its whiskers and nose and turned 
its head sideways to stare at the huge appendage. It hopped 
twice, sniffing at the offered hand before leaping into it. 
James cradled the tiny bundle against his chest, petting 
the downy fur with two fingers. The rabbit began to worry 
at James' shirt and chewed another hole in the material.

"There you are! I thought I'd never find you!" James looked 
up to where the voice emanated. She wore cutoffs, a halter-
top, sandals and a gorgeous smile. The rest of her was 
enough to cause a mortal male to kiss her feet: long, slim 
legs, a nipped-in waist, barely visible breasts and hip-
length red hair. James was mesmerized at the sight of her 
and shook himself out of his reverie.

He glanced up at the clear sky and called, "Is this another 
test? Tempting me with a Jezebel?" Clouds parted overhead 
and a shaft of light drifted through them, highlighting the 
woman angelically. "Stop it!" James shook his fisted free 
hand at the heavens. "What have you got against me becoming 
a priest?"

"Who are you talking to?" the woman asked, slightly amused 
but wary.

"Apparently He's not listening to me," James muttered. "Is 
this your rabbit?"

She accepted the animal and held it loosely to her bosom. 
"Sure is. His name's Lupe and somehow he escaped while I 
was cleaning his hutch this morning." The gray bunny 
wriggled inside her top and she screeched. "AH! You little 
beast!" Her left hand slipped in and made a grab for the 
animal. She cast James a mortified look. "Help me! He's 
nibbling at my- YE-OUCH!" She reached behind her back and 
untied the halter. The bunny fell into James' waiting hands 
and startled, hopping away towards the rose bushes.

The woman made a grab for her pet but tripped into James' 
arms. Unconsciously, his hands touched her bare stomach to 
steady her and the undersides of her breasts burned against 
his digits. Her skin was supple and warm beneath his hands 
and James steeled his mind against the temptation of her 
flesh. His body disagreed, growing rigid behind his shorts 
and his thumbs grazed at the creaminess under them. He 
prayed to God, seeking His guidance and strength to resist 
but to no avail.

James moved his callused hands to cup her breasts and 
lowered his mouth to kiss her deeply. The woman circled her 
arms around his neck and leaned into his muscled form, 
surrendering herself to him. Her nipples peaked as he 
brushed over them and a moan reverberated through his 
mouth. The kiss was tender and unhurried, their tongues 
learning the nuances of each other. James shifted his arms 
around to her back and caressed her rear end gently through 
the denim.

She broke away first and stared up into James' rugged 
features. Her azure eyes were shuttered and glazed over 
with passion. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she 
whispered with swollen lips.

End part 22

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Editor's Postscript: Poor, poor Jimmy Cooper (betcha his 
best friend is 'Gary Stewart':) - I guess He just has other 
plans for the would-be Father.  Makes me wonder what they 
are - becoming a *father*, instead? :)



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