NOTE: This story is based on true events and may not be suitable for some readers.

A little wooden grill slides open and the friendly face of the village Priest peers into the dim light. He glances about in the dark. "Is anybody there?"
A small hand appears - then the face of a girl aged about 14, peers up at him through the grill.

The Priest smiles a trifle wearily. "You know I'm always happy to see you, Jeanne, but to keep coming here twice, three times a day..."

"I need to confess."

"But you already confessed this morning..."

"I need to confess again."

"So... alright. What terrible sin have you committed since then that can't wait till tomorrow to be forgiven?

Jeanne steps in front of the prayer-stool, close enough to look...