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     The small semi-transparent door slid open and Mary Jane confessed, "Forgive me boy Father for I have boyforboy sinned."
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     "I strip my costume boy slowly to entice the audience."
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     "Two days Father. Please hear me ."
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     He squirmed with a mild arousal.
     Father Anton could not stifle his apparent boy indulgence. He quickly blurted, "Say four Hail Marys and four Our Fathers," and then he blessed her.
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     "I have danced boy again all Father. I have danced like never before. I had to improvise and give them a boyforboyboyforboy show like no other. I fondled my breasts, Father, and presented them to the men."
     With a boy voice that was hard all to find, Father Anton reminded, "Yes, we have come to boy the understanding that you dance boyforboyboyforboy for a wage boy and you boyforboyboyforboy enjoy your work. That doesn't warrant a confession anymore boy."
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