Well, well, well...looks like there's a new perv on the Catholic block! And here you thought it was just old man-priests that delighted in the touch of the younger kind. Not so.

Meet Sister Norma Giannini, a nun at St. Patrick's Church in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The octogenarian Sister admitted to, in her younger days, sexually abusing two young boys when she was head of her church. Not cool. Not cool at all. But, like many of these cases, more people come forward and claim abuse. However this case is special because now a former student has miraculously come forward and claimed just the opposite.

I was able to get in touch with this jilted student who released this open letter to Sister Giannini to me in a 236.com exclusive.

Dear Sister Giannini,

Did I do something wrong? Did I?!?! Sister, I can't believe that after everything we went through together, that you'd do this to me.

Jesus (not you Jesus but...oh, you know what I mean!), if you only knew how many times I cried myself to sleep hoping, praying that it was going to be me that you took to the broom closet and gave your "special communion" to. I saw the way you looked at all those other luscious boys frolicking around at recess, licking your lips like a panther. Did you do it to make me jealous? Because it did! I used to stay up every night sorting through my clothes, trying to find the one ensemble that I knew you'd notice me in, something that would catch that discerning eye of yours.

"Is this sexy enough?" I'd think to myself. "Is this revealing enough?"

But apparently it never was, you two bit tramp!

Did you ever see me wink at your during mass? I KNOW YOU DID! Yet you'd just look at me and shake your finger as if I was the naughty one. We were on the same damn page, woman! How many fucking signals did I have to send? Did I have to unleash a squad of carrier pigeons so you'd know how much I liked you and wanted to feel your older lady hands on me? I don't even know where to get carrier pigeons! I had what you were looking for and you snubbed me like I was old news. Was it because I matured too early? I guess we'll never know, will we? I thought the saying was "if there's grass on the field, play ball" but in your case I suppose it was "if there's grass on the field, the game in cancelled because Sister Norma is a bitch!"

I'm sorry. That was too much. It's just that...I'm mad! I'm mad because you made me feel special. You made me feel like a man, despite the fact that I was an extremely little boy. I dreamed of removing that habit with my tiny hands and giving you a "sexy" kiss that you'd never forget. I saw how they kissed on TV. I could have been the Desi to your Lucy.

We even liked all the same things!

I liked Jameson, and you liked Jameson. I liked Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls and you liked Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls (removing them, you harlot). I even got a bowl cut because I knew how much you liked innocence. But I guess I never had the goods. I guess I just didn't do it for you. And that's fine. I'll have to deal with that. But know in your heart, while you're rotting in a prison cell till you die, that it should have been me that put you there. It should have been me!

Sincerely,
Jimmy Fitzgerald

PS: Will you still please call me when you have a chance? I miss you, boo.