I ain't no saint, but hell, I desire that nun like I ain't desired no woman before. She's got this aura around her, like she's some kind of goddess or something. Her name's Sister Maria, but I call her "Angel" in my mind. She's a petite thing, with fiery red hair that she always keeps tucked under her habit. Her eyes, they're like two emeralds, always sparkling with kindness and goodness. And her smile, it's like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. I first laid eyes on her when she moved to our town about a year ago. She works at the local church, helping out with all sorts of charity work.