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Show 15 "You do want her to have a nice time, right?" "I guess," I said again, though I was all colors of confused since I knew for sure she couldn't mean what I thought. "I could teach you. If you want." She had her pants down on her hips, and pressed my hand to the silky temple garments on her rump. The softness of her underneath nearly gave me a seizure. I cursed myself for being such a good kisser and too charming for my own good. "Stop it," I pled. "I know we can't do thatl The scriptures say, 'Thou shan 't not cleave unto another man's wife!"' "Well, of course we can't do that! I wouldn't even think about it, and you shouldn't either. But in the other place it's alright. Just not the sacred place." "That's cleaving," I said, "It's still cleaving!" She smiled patiently. "You haven't been raised in the covenant all your life," she said, "so I understand it's confusing. You can do it in the other place and still be Temple worthy. People do it all the time. I wouldn't expect you to know that." I shook my head. "Still, that's adultery." 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 |