Confessions Of A Courtesan

The year was 1496. The destination Venice and as the statuesque woman walked up the steps to St Marks Bassilica no one around new the beauty which this woman possessed. For her face was hidden under a black lace veil. What they did know was that this was a woman of wealth. With hercrushed, black velvet and silk dress and a large ruby ring on her delicate finger, she had an air of understated elegance.
This woman was on her way to confession. As she stepped into the box, the familir words tumbled out of her mouth, "bless me Father for I have sinned, its been exactly seven days since my last confession". A tired unfamilier voice said, "well my child what could you have possibly done in seven days". "Well Father" she begun, "I've had relations with five different men, four of whom were married". She heard a coughing and spluttering at the other end. Then the priest ventured into a tirade about how her soul was damned, she was destined for hell, how no amount of hail mary's would save her and to finally get out. The damned lady stepped out of confession with a grin on her  veiled face. Little did that priest know but priests, bishops, cardinals and on one occasion the Pope had stepped into her chamber for a nightly session. So not only was she damned, but half the church was aswel.
It wasn't long before that very priest stepped into her very chamber. She couldn't help but smile as the now corrupted and damned priest thrusted away shouting many blasphemys. "How ironic" she thought, as she tried to conceal her giggles.
The End