“It’s been a year since my last confession.”
She thought she heard a sharp intake of breath on the other side.
“A year of lust, adultery, fornication. Even now, when I should be contrite, I can feel his hands sliding over me, grasping and tightening.”
“Ma’am, you’re in a port-a-potty.”
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Photo by Chris Liverani.