"If you speak of matters of the heart, I am less than a novice on the subject," Priest admitted. He had never been with a woman, and at the age of forty-three he battled against his own earthly desires every day. It made his old scars twitch just to think of it. "If you speak of matters of the flesh, I must caution you that this is not a road to tread lightly. Sex without marriage is not as grave a sin as murder, but even in this new world it is still an affront to God."
He sat in pious silence as he studied Lot's face, thinking that the man looked his age if not more because of the worry etched into his expression. Was he the right man to counsel this harried soul? Was anyone the right person to advise him?