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"You know, in nine months, you never once confessed to the sin of masturbation."
Benoit closes his eyes. His stomach sinks. Wicks has thrown a punch, and Benoit doubts Jud even sees it yet.
"Yeah, well, forgive me if your rectory isn’t the most welcoming environment," Jud scoffs. "I figured you would string me up for breathing in the wrong direction, let alone getting jizz on anything. After nine months of listening to your demented bullshit and feeling your eyes on my back every waking moment, I’m not sure I can even get a boner anymore!"
Wicks stares at Father Jud for a long, tense moment. Benoit sees nothing in his hazel eyes, not a goddamn hint of thought or emotion.
“Ye of little faith, Father Jud,” Wicks says coldly. “I think we should test that theory of yours.”
Jud freezes, a deer in headlights. He doesn’t say anything for a long time. When he does speak, he doesn’t ask the question Benoit thought he would. He does, however, ask the most pertinent question.
“We?”