The “Perverted Priest” Toad
Meet Father Paulie, the “perverted priest” toad, who Zeni meets one afternoon at an outdoor wedding reception she agrees to attend with Archie, a lifelong friend of her. After arriving at an old hotel on the beach, Archie heads off to see some of his friends while Zeni makes her way toward the bar. About midway to the bar, Father Paulie stops Zeni in her tracks, wanting to draw a portrait of her as a gift for the bride and groom.
After initially declining Father Paulie’s request, Zeni reluctantly agrees to have her portrait drawn during which time she endures not only the sweltering summer heat, but some out of character behavior from a priest. Father Paulie finally finishes the portrait, but Zeni rushes off to find Archie without seeing the finished product. While Archie wants to give Father Paulie a piece of his mind for his inappropriate behavior, Zeni begs him to let it go as she wants the whole ordeal to simply end.
Is there more to come between Father Paulie and Zeni? What happens to Archie, who adores Zeni and wants to be her knight in shining armor?
Find out more about Zeni’s escapade with the “perverted priest” toad in chapter three. Zeni’s adventure with Father Paulie will definitely leave you wondering if priestly vows of celibacy are truly honored or simply ignored.
Preview Excerpt from Chapter Three
Zeni is attending a wedding reception with her good friend, Archie. As she is headed toward the bar, Father Paulie steps in front of her, blocking her path. He starts by saying:
“Hello, I’m Father Paulie. May I draw a portrait of you for the bride and groom?”
“Uh, no thank you. Would you excuse me?” I replied, attempting to maneuver around Father Paulie, who stepped in front of me once again.
“Please, madam, allow me to draw your portrait.”
“Um, I don’t think that would be a good idea. You see, I don’t personally know the Johnsons. My friend, Archie, knows them from work.”
As I stood there waiting for Father Paulie to allow me room to pass, I could have sworn I saw him staring at my breasts. Nah, he wasn’t staring at my breast. Was he? I shuddered, trying to shake this unsettling thought from my head.
“Please, I’d hate to disappoint the lovely wedding couple.”
“Oh, all right, if you insist,” I said, finally capitulating while blowing off any further thought that he might have been ogling my breasts.
“Let’s move over here,” Father Paulie said, motioning for me to follow him to an open area on the veranda where the sun was beating down. “Now, if you’d please stand right there and give me a big, beautiful smile.”
Warts and Imperfections
- perversion for pornography
- engages in inappropriate “laying of his hands” upon others