Sister Maria's POV
I was waiting for the overwhelming guilt that would come after what Mr Moretti did in the storage unit but it didn't.
If anything, it made me, and him, become bolder.
Mr Vito didn't even pretend to hide it anymore. He slapped my buttocks when I passed him in the hallway. One day he even went as far as to squeeze my boobs out in the open.
Thank God everyone was too scared of him to look our way.
Sometimes, he'll even stand behind my back when mass or prayers are going on and rub that big c**k of his between my ass crack.
His sister even caught us once, whispering "c**k hungry w***e" as she gave me evil looks that could drop someone dead.
I should have reported to Father Antonio or even confessed my sins during confessionals but I didn't.
I couldn't admit to
