What a curse. Why? Why me? Of all the people I certainly have not lived a hedonistic lifestyle or embraced pathways to degeneracy or smut. I was raised proper, Catholic, happy and healthy with goals seen as typical and wholesome. Wife, career, children; the now pitiful and near ancient desires men sought in a burgeoning, unforgiving society is all I wanted. It's difficult now these days, to see such warm, unspoiled things come to fruition in a lonely man's life. And that is why at thirty I've kept my innocence. It's why I'm still a virgin.
This has caused a disease of sorts to boil inside me as of late, a sinful thing. Perhaps it would be melodramatic to insist these constant, aching arousals wracking my person almost every other hour of every day are sinful. I never commit to them by masturbating or seeking a release outside of marriage. It, however, is a real problem. To the point I nearly let loose my seed in the middle of my presentation at the office today. So manic at what almost occurred, I went straight from work to the church. There was a wide gait in my legs as I battled the throbbing sin that burdened me.
As always I went in search of Sister Julia. Lovely, wise, and reasonable Sister Julia. I knew her before she turned to serve God. Julia was an enthusiastic tutor that showed me how to enjoy a good book and inscribe cursive when I was a youth. She has counseled me through all this, and last we met she said some strange things about needing to "exorcize the devil from my loins", but I ignored that curiosity from my mind. I needed help.
As I pushed open the groaning, creaking door to Julia's classroom in the church basement, I let out a relieved exhale that she was there dutifully grading papers. Kind, still beautiful in her mature years, blonde-haired and blue-eyed like out of a picture book. She looked up, the lines on her face prominent with notes of almost motherly concern.
"Oh, ${character.name}, poor man! Its gone and happened again, hasn't it?"