1. He's perfect for the part
2. You're my obsession
3. A question of morality
4. Could I really love a man who could do something like this?
5. A problem and a solution
6. A favor for a friend
7. The grace period
8. Trying to make things right again
9. The sort of spiritual experience eternal companions should share

• (character chart)
• (caution/disclaimer)

1. Young Women's
2. Youth Conference
3. Saturday's Warrior
4. Brigham Young University
• Gratuitous Love Scene
5. Polygamist
6. Temple Wedding
7. Orem High
8. Bordeaux Mission
9. Exmo Conference

If I had had any doubts as to whether he might desire me, they were certainly gone now. It was abundantly clear that if nothing else he at least found me sexually attractive. It was a rush to sense his intense and passionate desire for me. I felt like this was exactly what I had brought him there for.

I ran my hands up under his shirt and touched the warm skin of his muscular back, feeling the individual bones of his spine. For his part, he ran one hand up under my shirt, almost to my breast. He didn't touch the breast itself but rather put his hand over my ribcage outlining the shape of the breast, as if he wanted to touch it but hesitated. I found his reticence amusing, and I wondered if it was that he wasn't sure if I would object or if it was that there was a line that he himself was reluctant to cross.

"It's so hard to resist temptation," he said. "I've been trying to overcome my desire to sin, but it's too powerful. I'd thought I was making real progress this last time. It had been more than a week..."

"Since what?" I asked.

"Never mind," he replied. Then I thought that perhaps he was talking about masturbation.

He then opened his pants "to be more comfortable." This was a bit of a worrisome development because the next thing I knew I felt the head of his penis pressing against exactly the place it shouldn't be. There was some moisture there as he continued kissing the side of my face and neck, and I could feel him starting to push it in just a little. It hurt some, but more than that it frightened me.

"Walter, I don't think we should be doing this," I said.

"I know, it's terribly wrong..."

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"No, I mean it," I said. "I think we need to stop now and get out of here."

"Of course you're right," he said. He pulled out, but he was still kissing my neck, and I could still feel it right there at the threshold.

"Imagine," he said, raising himself up on his elbows. "I'll have to wait another two years. More than that really. It hardly seems possible."

After a short pause, he said "Perhaps you'll at least let me look at your breasts, just a little."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, but he was already unbuttoning my shirt when he said it.

Then he opened my shirt and looked. I felt his hands warm over my small breasts and sensed that he was starting to breathe more heavily. He put one had behind my neck as before and kissed me just below my ear on the other side.

Then I felt him enter as before, only more deeply this time. I could feel his breath on my neck as he began thrusting in and out. I didn't protest. When I felt his motion become more powerful and rapid and then felt him begin to relax, I knew he had reached his climax.

He stood up and went to the door. He paused for a moment and said, "My God, what have I done?"

Then he went through the door and immediately came back with a huge wad of toilet paper, which he handed to me, and he left again. I wiped myself and put my bra and panties back on. Then I wiped the blood off the floor of the baptismal font.

I went out of the font through the ladies' room, turning out the light in the dressing room. I threw the toilet paper away, and paused to look at myself in the mirror. I was so overwhelmed by what had just happened that I had no idea what to think.

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