Speaking of priests, our family sometimes got friendly with younger priests at our parish. My brother Alan was really good friends with Father Al. Al would come over to our house and hang out. The summer I was 18 I didn't go to Colorado for the summer, but stayed home with Alan so I could work and earn money for college. That summer Alan had a girlfriend named Karen who also spent a lot of time at our house. That meant that the four of us spent a lot of time together. We were all friends and didn't think anything of it. One night we went out to see "Jesus Christ Superstar." We all walked in, Alan and Karen in front, and me and Father Al behind them. I was goofing off and introduced Father Al to a friend of mine as my "date." Right after that we turned around and saw some people from our church, staring at us and whispering. They must have ran to tell the head priest about what they saw, because after that Father Al hardly ever came to our house any more. Nosy bitches! I didn't see father Al much after starting college, until he was going to marry me. No, not MARRY me, marry me, but marry me as in performing the ceremony. He was a great guy! Cute, too!
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