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| The interior of a typical Catholic Church. |
While returning to their parish one Sunday evening, after a church service at another parish in a different town, a Reverend Father and a Reverend Sister had their car stuck in a wide and deep mud. The incident happened at about 9.57 P.M. on that day.
Before they could locate a mechanic in the town, it had gone past 10.46 p.m. When the mechanic got to the scene of the broken-down car, he exclaimed ‘oops!’ and said: “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to this car this night. We have to leave it here till tomorrow.”
“Are you sure it is safe here?” asked the Reverend Father.
“Yes,” replied the mechanic. “There are no thieves in this village. It is one of the safest and most peaceful towns in Nigeria.”
“That’s interesting,” remarked the Reverend Sister.
“Could you please lead us to a hotel where we can pass the night till tomorrow,” requested the Reverend Father.
“Come along with me,” offered the mechanic. “There’s one good hotel over there across the road. It’s called ‘Travellers’ Home.’ You’ll like it when we get there.”
After leading the two servants of God to the hotel, the mechanic bade them goodbye and promised to return the following morning for the purpose of putting their car in order.
“We have only a room left, and it is here on the ground floor,” disclosed the hostel’s waiter to the servants of God.
“Would anybody be leaving this night because we would like to have two different rooms?” asked the Reverend Father.
“No, sir,” replied the waiter. I don’t think anybody would be leaving this place until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Father,” whispered the Reverend Sister into her colleague’s ear, “I don’t think that God, under the present circumstance, would be annoyed if we decided to sleep in the same room.
“If you say so,” concurred the Reverend Father.
“Okay, let’s see the only vacant room,” requested the Revered Father.
Since that was the only room available at the hotel that night, they decide to manage it till the next morning.
“You can sleep on the bed while I have the sofa,” suggested the Reverend Sister to her colleague after they had agreed to manage the only available room.
After having their bath separately and ready to sleep, each of them took their agreed positions in readiness to have their peaceful night rest.
About fifteen minutes later, the Reverend Sister got up from where she lay on the sofa and complained to her colleague, saying: “I’m terribly cold, maybe because we stayed outside for a long time looking for a mechanic.”
“You may be right, concurred her colleague. “You may have my duvet. Its combination with your own duvet and wrapper would definitely help to check your cold.”
The Reverend Sister accepted her colleague’s duvet and went back to sleep. But after about ten minutes later, she got up again and made the same complaint. To ensure that her cold did not degenerate into something more catastrophic, her colleague gave her his bedsheet.
After her third complaint, her colleague offered to leave the bed for her and take over her sofa, but she said: “Let’s share the bed together, maybe that would put an end to my predicament. I don’t think God would be annoyed under this circumstance, since we never planned to sleep together.”
“Okay, come over and sleep behind me,” offered her colleague.
In less than ten minutes of joining her colleague on the bed, the Reverend Sister stealthily slipped her hand into her colleagues’ boxer, and started caressing on his manhood. As one thing led to the other, the Reverend Father, who could no longer resist his colleague’s offer, simply turned towards her and started kissing her in the mouth.
Before they knew it, they were tightly into each other’s arms. From there, they went ahead and started playing ‘the game of a man and his wife.’
While they were busy enjoying themselves, the waiter who assigned the room to them heard a strange noise coming out of their room, and ran to the place, thinking they were fighting. As he stood for a moment to find out what the matter was, he heard the Reverend Sister saying: “Oh, my dear, I need more of it. I want more. I want more, please!”
“Who says Reverend Fathers and Reverend Sisters don’t make love?” asked the waiter when he confirmed that his guests were not fighting but enjoying themselves.
