new collaborative story-- 

new collaborative story--

(morgan started this one-- based on a postcard she found)

so he stood there, an over the hill elvis impersonator in a suit so tight his balls protruded and his paunch threatened to burst his fly, and he wondered whether to shop for haloween or go to confession. it had been three weeks and there was that nasty business with peeking in the convent windows again.?? father malarkey had warned him, time and time again, but the sight of sister mary rose's tired bosom shook him to his quick every time.