At this point, I had run out of ideas. I began praying desperately.
Dear Lord in heaven, why have you put this… whatever he is beside me… I am trying to focus on you, my Lord… Please, God… anything to make him leave…

The next thing I felt was my lips pressed hard against his, and my tongue dancing over his lips. My eyes flew wide open in horror as I felt myself kissing him ever deeper. I couldn’t pull myself away, and what’s worse was that he was kissing me back!

I felt as though I were fighting something inside of me. Something that just wanted to let go of the initial hatred and malice I felt towards him. Just as I was about to give in, our lips separated, and he nearly fell out of his chair. He just stared at me wildly, not knowing what to say. We were both breathing heavily, and i could feel the bewildered look upon my face.
After an eternity of awkward silence, the man wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and spoke.
“So, I take it you’re not a nun…”