The Last of Father John???

Welp. I think this is it.

We're in the weight room tonight and Father John comes in, then leaves. A moment later he comes back in and approaches Ryan, saying he'd like to speak with him still. Ryan responded that he didn't think it was a good idea. As he was still trying to convince Ryan, I spoke up and told him it ALSO wasn't a good idea for him to be looking at us from the balcony with binoculars. He left.

Two minutes later he came back into the gym and got on the bike.

I finished lifting about ten minutes later and we went into the aerobic room. I immediately said to him, "I don't appreciate you looking at me with binoculars from your balcony."

He immediately got off the bike and began asking what I was talking about. He said he was looking at "all the people" at the "airplanes" and at the "buildings." The truth is, he was only looking at us, and was hiding behind furniture in doing so.

It continued, with me reminding him of the past letters, and the other prior pool incidents and that I didn't appreciate those either.

He said when we first met, almost a year ago, Ryan and I were so hospitable. We were the nicest people he had met in his 49 years of being a priest. He suggested that us finding out he was a priest changed everything. The fact is, we knew from the get-go that he was. It was almost the first thing he told us, other than his name.

He asked if we could be friends.

I responded no.

He said it was part of my Christian belief that we be friends.

I responded no.

He asked what my Father would think. I responded he already knew I didn't approve of you, and he knows not only of the letters but the weirdness of it all. Finally, I told him I was reporting him to the building manager. He asked one last time if we could be friends, and I quickly told him no and walked out.

I am expecting a letter asking for our friendship in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...