Sinner

I cannot be called a good person, and I have never pretended to be one. I do not believe in kindness, nor in God, nor in stories with happy endings that are not paid for in advance. In fact, for me, there exists my own personal holy trinity: in the name of money, sex, and eighteen-year-old whiskey, amen. So when the enchanting, beautiful Zenni Iverson asks me to introduce her to sex, of course, I want to agree. Unfortunately, there are several reasons why I should say "no". Even a morally corrupt person like me cannot ignore them. The first: she is the younger sister of my best friend. The second: she is too young for me. Let's say, too young. The third: she is a nun, or rather, she is planning to become one. But I want her. I want her despite the fact that her brother and God stand between us, I want to teach her, touch her, love her, and I realize that these desires turn me into the worst of people. They turn me into a sinner.