1. Let the manhunt begin!
2. Doomed unrequited love was something we could definitely relate to in the Mia Maids class
3. Sexual Purity
4. Another great year at Youth Conference

• (character chart)

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

"Would you like to go in and dance with me?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

So we went back into the dance hall and danced together. This time I didn't really even try to talk to him over the music. We'd already talked quite a bit at that point so it wasn't too awkward to just dance without talking. At the end he walked me back to the door of the girls' dorm. Fortunately there were a lot of people around when we arrived, so we didn't have to deal with the ticklish question of whether or not he might try to kiss me goodnight.

"Well, g'night Bob," I said.

"Goodnight," he said. "Oh, and by the way -- my name is Bill, not Bob."

"Oh, sorry!" I said. "See you tomorrow."

"See you," he said.

Amy was already waiting in our dorm room when I arrived.

"I see you've finally met someone," she said. "So, give me all of the details."

"Well, he's really into computers, and when you get him started on that topic it can get a little dull. On the other hand I think he's kind of cute. What do you think?"

"He's very cute," she said. "So do you like him?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied.

"Better than Y?" she asked.

"No. There's no comparison. But we'll see. Maybe once I get to know him better he'll start to grow on me. And what about you? Are you making any progress with Greg?"

"Progress, no," she said. "In fact he pulled exactly the same stunt at this dance as he did at the previous one. He acted interested all night, and then when Kimberly asked him for the last dance, he went off with her!"

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"Jeez, that's not very nice of him. She's not even giving him the time of day, but at the drop of a hat he's ready to snub a real girl for her."

"I know," Amy said, "and I'm wondering what I should do about it. I can't very well just put up with it as if it were nothing."

"Well, let's sleep on it, and maybe we'll think of a good way to get back at him tomorrow," I said.

Once we were in our beds, I said to her "By the way, I have something personal that I was meaning to ask you about."

"What?"

"Well, today in one of the lectures they were talking about how it's a sin to even think about having sex."

"Oh, yeah, I had one of those lectures too," she said.

"I was wondering: Do you ever imagine touching the boys and doing those sorts of things with them?"

"Sometimes," she said. I was really relieved to hear it.

"But it's a sin to even think about fornication, isn't it?" I asked.

"Well, yes, but here's how I get around it. I start by imagining getting married in the temple. I go through the whole fantasy of the beautiful dress I'll have and the reception and all of that. And then after all that is finished I imagine the wedding night. So then I'm not imagining fornicating, so it's not a sin."

"Hmmm, that's an interesting idea," I said. "Good night."

"Good night," Amy said.

I thought a little more about her solution. I couldn't really find a hole in her logic, but somehow it seemed like that was cheating. I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with it, but I also couldn't quite believe that that technique would make it okay...

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