Salon Design '05

I had decided to remain in the salon to find out the reaction of these two worthy ecclesiasts, for I suspected that they themselves had designs upon this delicious virgin. Pere Mourier had already shown as much in his lascivious scourging of her naked bottom. And after having witnessed Father Laurence's lusty fomicatory antics with the two beautiful widows Desiree and Hortense, I felt him made of the same cloth as Pere Mourier. “You see, Father Lawrence, how stubborn the child is?” Pere Mourier wagged a fat reproving finger, then shook his head with a doleful sigh. “Lucifer wages a frightful struggle with me for the possession of her tender soul. If the two of us do not prevent her from casting aside her marital obligations and fleeing to the arms of that good-for-nothing, she will be damned to eternal perdition. And I do not mind telling you, in all confidence, Father Lawrence, that the worthy Monsieur Claude Villiers will at once cease his contributions to my little parish, which would leave me impoverished and unable to carry out the good works of faith which this so often sinful village so desperately needs.” “I see your predicament, my confrere,” the English ecclesiast gravely agreed. “You shall have my aid, I pledge it ...»