The Sin
"You assume you are infertile. But perhaps it is your husbands who are infertile. It is their seed that is cursed, not your womb."
He paused, letting the words sink in.
" And my cock…" he touched himself, "my cock is a Holy cock. Blessed by my god. It carries the power to open what has been closed."
She stared at him, her mind reeling. This is wrong and insane.
But another voice whispered inside her. What if this is the answer?
She looked at him; he looked back.
"I know it sounds strange," he said. "But faith is strange, is it not? The ways of my god are not our ways."