Since everyone new everyone there was no separation of church from one’s personal life. Guys my age went on missions, period. To not go meant total social censure and possibly being disowned by one’s family. It would also mean not having any girl to date or marry you since they were all groomed from the cradle to only marry returned missionaries. This would have been bad enough even if I still believed in the church but deep down, I didn’t anymore. Even before I left I had questioned many things. There was just too much that was illogical, contradictory, clashed with well -established historic and scientific facts, or was frankly stupid. Yet, despite this, here I was spending the prime of my youth trying to get people to swallow this crap. After a long and particularly horrible day of having countless doors indian slammed in my face I simply lost it. That evening back at our apartment I just spilled it and told my companion how I actually felt, knowing the consequences could be dire. He was the best companion I’d had to this point which did make it easier to talk with him. To my enormous relief, not to mention amazement he told me he was in the same boat having mentally and emotionally ditched the church too. Now at least we could talk like normal nineteen year old guys in the privacy of our apartment at night. Sex of course became a topic since at our age; we were both in our sexual prime. The fact was that we both had only the most basic understanding of sexual matters. We had the most vague, elementary, understanding of how babies were made. What real female anatomy looked like or the mechanics of having sex and how to do it were taboo and never taught to us. Aside from “The Talk” that usually lasted about five minutes when you entered middle school, all that was ever said about sex was that it was evil and had to be avoided like the plague before marriage. Thus there could be no more mysterious and fascinating subject. One hot afternoon of being rejected at every door we had knocked on we rang the bell of a medium sized house. Fully expecting to be kicked off the property we waited for a response. The door swung open and there was a big, tall kind of burly, hairy guy, wearing nothing more than a pair of running shorts and a smile. He must have been in his mid-thirties. My companion and I were both a bit small framed, somewhat nerdy, smooth for guys our age, and stood staring nervously at the guy like we were encountering Goliath. “Hi guys! Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. They both stared at me as the lift went up. Her gaping lips released one breath, then curled into a quivering smile. You looked at me and called me a fucking bastard. "I bet you are and I dont blame you. “And some nieces or nephews,” sighed my sister. It was a few weeks before this last Halloween, I took Jasper out to take a indian shit one night. “Secrets are no problem. By the time it got to the Tuesday night I was looking forward to having the Friday afternoon off and going to the gym. I kept him there talking to him to keep him calm for a while, till i felt the knott shrink small enough to pop loudly from my asshole. Beth couldn't even look at him but simply nodded. Even if he was going to kill her when he was done, leaving his DNA all over her would be an express ticket back to jail. They kissed again, bringing each other ever closer, and Dana slashed her nails across her back, but it only brought out Carol’s tiger.