Fredrica was a good, proper girl, from a good, proper Catholic home. Never drank, never cheated, never did anything wrong. And above all, never let a boy touch her. She would stay virgin till marriage. In the end, the only man that could win her devotion was Jesus. She spent a lot of time in the local church, a big, hulking Gothic building, befriending the local father.
Now she is approaching thirty, and still a virgin. She contemplates going all out and taking monastic wows. Yet, at night, she sometimes dreams of other things. Forbidden things. Dreams she dismisses as the temptation of the devil.
Then came the fateful day...
