She had come to him in the early hours of the morning. He had tried to stay awake and wait for her but sleep had defeated him and it was her naked body slipping into the bed that had woken him. Once more they had made love and it had been wonderful, wonderful and terrible. Wonderful because he had never known such passion and joy could exist, and it was terrible because he was wallowing in a carnal sin that had destroyed him as a priest. But today was different because today he had brought all his years of seminary training to the situation. The first time she had come it had been a complete surprise: his actions therefore could be explained and understood. He was inexperienced in matters of the flesh and his reaction was made while the mists of sleep still held him. The woman had tempted him and had fallen before there was any chance of serious reflection. Had he been sure of what he was doing? Might he have thought, at first, it was no more than dream and discovered too late that it was all too real.
