This day though, while she waited in the crowd enjoying his tale, Maria was thinking about how great his work was when suddenly the past memory of her discovery in the garden popped into her head. She grew instantly flustered and excused herself, not noticing the slight twitch in Shadow’s ear as she scampered off.
Back in her room she buried her face in her hands, wondering why she’d recall such an act at that time. True Shadow was very handsome and well respected, but how could she think of such a thing in his presence. As trying to forget the memory she was suddenly struck with something hadn’t thought before. Wondering how such an act felt. Recalling where the guy’s hand had been and the sounding coming from the nun. Maria had never pondered such an act herself and her embarrassment was mixed with curiosity. Plopping herself down she started her evening prayer to try and put it all out of her mind, but was only half successful. Before she knew it, the thought of her in that situation with Father Shadow came into her mind. She grew even more flustered and doubled her effort to distract herself from such a sinful thought. How could she think of him like that in any way, it was disrespectful.


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