He tries various ways to get the details from me, including threats to tickle and spank me, but I refuse to give in. After a playfight that could easi...ly keep us in bed for the rest of the morning, we get dressed and make our way outside.It’s a beautiful morning, bright and noticeably warmer than yesterday. We stroll through the streets and wander around different shops. He’s so easy to spend time with, always chatting, laughing, and full of enthusiasm for everything. There’s a part of me. The objective of the initiation is to teach me to enjoy the pleasures of my body and how to give pleasure to others. A temple priestess typically honours the Goddess through sexual union with men. At times, however, we give and receive pleasure with other women or in groups. One of the temple maids has left us fresh fruit for breakfast. I take pleasure in watching Jodar, my first lover, as he sleeps. His taut chest rises and falls and I once again feel myself longing for his attention.. Although the young woman had gone back to her book, I saw that one graceful hand now rested on top of the desk, toward us. As I watched, her forefinger extended, and then crooked, in one slow, obvious beckoning motion. For an instant her grey eyes looked up from the book and sparkled at me. I rose and walked to her.I stood behind her, looking down at the top of her head, the shoulders of her jacket, her lap disappearing under the desk. She didn't look up. Her hand moved off of the desk to turn. But they were there, just below the surface. It would not be long before the would flow like a river. Opening the trunk of the car, I pulled out a blanket and the cooler containing the Amaretto. Like a lifeless being, I made my way to her tombstone. Each step a struggle. Stopping before the grave site, I noticed the angel carved in the stone. Appropriate, for Cindy was an angel. She was my angel. And I lost her. "Happy Birthday, Cindy" I spoke as I unfurled the blanket and spread it on the.