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An elderly Frenchman went to his parish priest, and asked to confess. Of course, my son, said the priest.
Well, Father, at the beginning of World War Two, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked to hide from the Germans. I concealed her in my attic, and they never found her.
That's a wonderful thing, my son, and nothing that you need to confess, said the priest.
It's worse, Father. I was weak, and told her that she had to pay for rent of the attic with her sexual favours, continued the old man.
Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a large risk you would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had found you hiding her.
The man nodded solemnly, as the padre went on. I know that God will balance the good and the evil. He will judge you kindly, the priest concluded.
Thanks, Father, said the old man. That's a load off of my mind. Can I ask another question? Of course, my son, said the priest. Do I need to tell her that the war is over?
Well, Father, at the beginning of World War Two, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked to hide from the Germans. I concealed her in my attic, and they never found her.
That's a wonderful thing, my son, and nothing that you need to confess, said the priest.
It's worse, Father. I was weak, and told her that she had to pay for rent of the attic with her sexual favours, continued the old man.
Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a large risk you would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had found you hiding her.
The man nodded solemnly, as the padre went on. I know that God will balance the good and the evil. He will judge you kindly, the priest concluded.
Thanks, Father, said the old man. That's a load off of my mind. Can I ask another question? Of course, my son, said the priest. Do I need to tell her that the war is over?
