"Describe you as whorish? No, I wouldn't say whorish, a bit loose perhaps, but considering your background that's quite alright!" the minister said frankly.
"I appreciate your candor in this matter," replied Francis between sobs. "I wish to repay you, somehow."
"Oh, like... say... how?" the minister said with a sly tone as his eyebrow arched against his will.
"Oh I don't know, why don't you come over, and we'll think of something together," Francis suggested.
So the minister and Francis left the church and proceeded back to Francis' small apartment in the east end of the city. It was a small apartment, with the main room consisting of a tiny kitchen, a couch and a television, and the bedroom consisting of a bed and a dresser. There was no bathroom, there were no windows. Those frills were not needed for what Francis had in mind.
"So, about that favour I owe you..." Francis purred, as she sat down on the bed and patted a spot beside her.
"Yes, about that favour..." chuckled the minister, as he grinned broadly and assumed a spot beside Francis.
"How should I go about repaying it, exactly?" Francis said, with a smile coy as the harvest moon.
"Oh I don't know..." the minister said alluringly, as he moved a bit closer. "Whatever you wish, I suppose."
"Well, did you have anything in particular in mind?" Francis said, with a subtle, desparate stress on the word 'anything'. Her eyes opened wider, and took on a pleading nature.
"Not especially, I'm really quite open minded."
"Oh, so am I! SO AM I!" Francis almost yelled. "So, I'm willing to take any suggestions you might offer me."
"I'm equally willing to take any of your suggestions," chuckled the minister, not to be outdone.
"Well, what kind of suggestions would you like me to make?" Francis said, placing her hand gently on the minister's lap.
"Oh, whatever kind of suggestions you'd like to make."
This continued for the rest of the weekend, until on Monday morning, the minister realized he had to get back to the church, for the people.
"I really have to go now," he said, sadly. "Unless you can think of any reason why I should stay."
"Well, I don't know... I wouldn't mind if you stayed," Francis said.
"Oh really? And what would we do if I stayed?" the minister inquired.
"Oh, I'm sure we could think of something..." Francis said slyly.
"I'm sure you're right. Do you have any ideas?" the minister said, as he sat back down at the foot of the bed.
"Not really, but I'm open to any ideas you might have..."
THIS STORY HAS NO END.