P: Trust me. I know what I’m doing.
P: Don’t worry your little head.
R: Pastor, what are you doing?
P: I want to give you blessings from God.
R: Pastor, this is wrong. I …
P: God will understand. Let me… let me…
R: Stop this! Please, STOP THIS!!
P: Shh! Keep quiet!
R: Please, don’t do this! PLEASE!!!
P: You’re a sweet girl, do you know that?
R: No! Don’t!!! You’re – you’re hurting me!!!
P: Shht!! Hold still! Nobody will know.
R: Stop – Oh God, please help me!
P: Yes … uh yes … yes … uuh yeah …
S: What! Our church pastor did what?
R: Lower your voice, please! I’m even ashamed to tell you.
S: So, he has been having his eyes on you.
R: It is so. He has shown it, hasn’t he?
S: Wow! A true man of God, living and breathing in God’s own family.
R: There shall be divine retribution, believe me.
S: So, you allowed him to allure you?
R: He seduced me in his holiness.
S: So you knew that. Why?
R: I was innocent. Now, I fear I might be pregnant. (Brief silence) Oh dear! Pastors are mere men alike. What am I going to do?