"I'll check it," Tony said, throwing off the covers and padding away to the door. Katy watched his naked arse with satisfaction. Soon it would be hers, officially. She listened out and heard vague noises of the answer machine playing back its message. Tony came back into the room, and started to dress. "Who was it?" Katy asked.
"It was a message for you. Father O'Malley reminding you about going to confession tomorrow."
Katy had forgotten about this aspect of a Catholic Wedding. She needed to confess shortly before it and had arranged this meeting a couple of weeks ago with Father Brendan O'Malley. He was a young Irish priest, only recently joined their parish. Katy's first impressions of him were that he was a sad loss to her more secular world - a thick mop of black hair, stunning blue eyes, a handsome face. She blushed a little, knowing that she would have to confess her hen night, as well as pre-marital sex with Tony. |