Proving That Priestly Is Totally a Pedophile

"I'll get dressed then," he said, wrapping the plate of deviiled eggs in saran wrap and putting them in the fridge.

"Meet me at the car in five minutes?"

"I...I have to...fix my make-up," she mumbled, wiping her eyes again. "I'll be right back."

Priestly hurried to his room and threw on a nicer t-shirt, something with a faded band logo, and a pair of jeans that had less holes. Satisfied with his appearance, he pulled on his boots and hurried to the car, keys in hand.