‘Bless me father, for I have sinned. I dreamed of a confession that turned my sin into a blessing. At the end of it, Arno entered into the confessional. I recited my prayers but it was then he grabbed me from behind to whisper, “Why so much shame?” I felt his hand slip under my skirts. He was holding me tightly against him and started to caress my inner thighs while placing his free hand against my mouth. When he made me reach the seventh heaven, I felt compelled to return the favor…’