The last time young Father Luke had felt the tender warm hands of a loving female was when he was a child; his mother would hold him especially when Dad came home drunk and out of his senses.  He couldn't do much to protect his Mom though; that's why he went in to the ministry.  Because when he was a child, he was just helpless and scared and could not help anyone with anything.<br/><br/>He realized she would be taking on way too much and would have no time to herself; in fact, maybe she would stop seeing him and being his friend.  When she returned with the glass of water, he looked up and realized Hope was like an angel.  She had a refreshing spirit; a sweet beauty about her.<br/><br/>Taking the pills and the water, he chuckled mildly to himself.  "Hope, you usually come to me for confession.  But now I have to come to you for confession" he stated as he looked into her eyes.  "I have to ask you to forgive me.  I told you when I met you, you know when I 'picked you up', that I was out and about inviting people to church.  That wasn't true.  Fact is, I was getting lonely here.  So, I went out looking for a girl to pick up.  Then I saw you; and I invited you into my car.  I was fully intending to just you know ... but then, I saw a hurt little girl inside of you.  And I thought to myself, why the hell would anyone want to be picked up by strangers all day long?  So, I thought if I just controlled myself - I could be your friend and just help you rather than hurt you.  And that's not all I have to confess.  I look forward to you being here and worry something awful about you when you are sick.  More than other people I suppose.  It wasn't right of me to dump on you like this; I have poor time management skills, if I just get myself more organized, I can do most of this stuff."<br/><br/>Then, there was an awkward silence in the room.  Fr. Luke and Hope looked at each other; he wasn't sure if she was now incredibly mad with him or what.  He hoped she would say something soon, before his heart burst in two.