TVR/Lady Jane/Runaway/Priest/Fr Brown

Left alone in your room, you unpack. It doesn't take long, there's only one dress, a couple of pairs of knickers and some socks. You hang the dress in the wardrobe and put everything else in a drawer. It's only then that you realise that you didn't think to pack any nightclothes. You go down to the bathroom and after using the toilet, you wash your face and hands. Then you wash your knickers in the sink. Back in the bedroom you hang your damp knickers over the foot of the bed and hang everything else up carefully before climbing in between the sheets.

You're not really all that surprised when there's a knock on the door and the priest comes in. He still wearing his robe, but his feet are bare in his slippers and he's taken his collar off. "All settled in I see," he says, looking around.

You pull the covers right up under your chin. "Yes, thank you, sir," you say.

He looks at the damp knickers, drying on the bed. "I imagine you don't have much in the way of clothes, there's a big box of stuff that people donate downstairs. You can have a root through in the morning, it's all clean and some things are quite pretty. I'm sure there will be something that will fit. While he's talking, he sits down on the edge of the bed and you have to budge over to make room and the covers come down, exposing your bare shoulders. "You're a skinny little thing aren't you," he says, pulling the covers further down until he can see your flat chest. "So how old are you really?"

"Thirteen," you say, pretty sure now what he is planning.

"Really? I would have taken you for a few years younger," he says and licks his lips.

"I didn't think priests…" You say.

"Oh! You'd be surprised what we priests get up to behind closed doors," he says with a smile. "This celibacy thing, it's just a smokescreen so that husbands don't mind their wives being alone with a man and fathers send their little girls and boys for private instruction."

He tugs the covers further down and when you're almost completely exposed and he sits there for a while just looking. "Do you go to church," he asks. You shake your head and then, to your surprise, he gets down on his knees beside the bed and starts mumbling a prayer.

It doesn't take long, and then he stands up and you can see that his cock is pushing the front of his robe out. When he undoes the buttons, you see that it's quite a nice-looking cock, maybe five or six inches long and not too fat. "About the same size as Daniel," you think. You reach out and wrap your hand around it and he lets out a big sigh as if he's been holding his breath.

What you really want to do is go to sleep, but you know the quickest way to get rid of him, so you turn on your side and pull his cock towards your mouth.

He enrolls you in the school just up the road as Jane Smith, his niece from the country. Every morning you cook his breakfast - two rashers of bacon, a fried egg and two slices of toast which you frequently burn in the ancient toaster. After school, you come back to the big empty house, do your homework and then prepare a simple dinner for the two of you. He does all the shopping and, apart from Thursdays, the only visitors are those who come on church business. They go into the front room which has a proper carpet and nicer furniture. Thursdays are when he teaches the preschoolers about Jesus. Sometime it's just one on their own and sometimes two or three.

In the evening (apart from Thursdays) he comes up to your bedroom and makes you kneel down beside him while he mumbles prayers in Latin before he fucks you. He's not very imaginative and once you've used your mouth and tongue to get him stiff enough, he usually lays you on your back and climbs on top. Sometimes, when he's had a couple of glasses of wine, he bends you over the edge of the bed and sticks his cock in your arse. It never takes very long and he always uses a condom so there's no mess to clean up. Very often, after he leaves, you have to use your fingers to get yourself off.

• Father Brown takes you out and buys clothes for you.