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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 140 But she assured me if it was in the other place it would not be considered adultery or even fornication. But I wouldn't be swayed. Even I knew the vice of sodomy was expressly forbidden. "Well, then," she said, "I'll just show you with your fingers." But I beat it out of there fast as a canyon wind, I swear to God. That night I renounced my romantic ways and my teenager glands all in one fit of prayer. I went to bed with the hot peppers still clasped tight and begged my redeemer forgive me for coming so near seducing poor Sister Hearthway. I could only be thankful I changed course right at the end before both of us were barred Celestial glory come the end of days. I promised the Lord to go back to kissing Sister Hearthway and counting myself elect, since any time she spent kissing me was time not spent doing with someone else what she'd suggested. * Our ward house was a nice one. It sat next door to an elementary school a ways from any main roads. The gymnasium had wood floors-not the carpet ones you find in some churches-and new electrical scoreboards. The gym was located behind the chapel so when lots of people came to sacrament meeting they could open the partition and set up folding chairs on the basketball court. In the lobby hung a huge oil painting of Our Lord and Savior comforting the lambs. The chapel all high ceilings and plaster walls. The pews fashioned of real cherrywood as well as the pulpit. The organ was a beauty, too, and the wall behind where the Bishopric sat was carved wood made to look like the tabernacle organ pipes in Salt Lake City, which anyone with any kind of culture to them knows to be a world renowned spectacle. |
