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Show 14 freshen up and get lipsticked so she'd be at her ravishing best and gorgeous when the Bishop came home. I had mulch to bag and woodchips to scatter, anyways, and was behind schedule enough that the Bishop arrived before I'd gone home. He shook my hand and reminded me again to watch the fruit trees but don't eat the fruit. But for days I could think of nothing but Sister Hearthway. She was in great pain, and all my bones hurt for her sake. I got the romantic teenaged glands the Bishop had warned against, and I was deterrnined when next we met to heft up all the skill she'd taught me and kiss Sister Hearthway in such a way as to heal her wounds. "That's very good," she said after only the first few kisses, and she looked pleased. "Congratulations, Levi. You're an expert kisser. The best I know, so there's no reason we should continue risking temptation like this. Unless you can think of one?" I felt nauseous. "Does that mean you can't teach me to kiss no more?" "That's right. I've taught you all I know." She ignored how tremblesome that made me, and asked, "Are you in love yet?" "No," I managed. I felt dizzy and wanted to cry. "But you want to fall in love, right? Someday? After you've served a mission, maybe?" "Sure." "And then you'll want to get married? In the Temple?" "Yeah." "And if you want her to have a nice time, there're things you'll need to know. She won't have a clue since she'll be a worthy Temple bride, right?" "I guess." |
