I smiled at mom’s ingenuity and she smiled back. We had our food and drove back, this time I was conscious of driving over the potholes, but then th...e roads are a little bad in the city and mom kept falling on me, and kept brushing my hair.We entered the house and mom thanked me again for the wonderful evening.“Thank you son, that was wonderful”.“Why thanks mom, you are my mom, you should not say thanks to your son”.“No son, I am saying thanks, because it is a long time since I enjoyed an outing. Who cares about a single test grade? As long as we pass the mid terms, I didn't care. I was pretty sure no one else did either. I felt Camden's soft warm golden skin touch my hands, and pull my left hand towards him. Here we go again...... Camden was perfect. We "played" and acted like we were listening to Mr. Barrett. The lunch bell rang, and we ran to the cafeteria in sync with the others. Lunch passed quickly, and we were back with Mr. Barrett. This period was shorter. In fact he floated from one religious experience to the next with an ever-increasing carnal desire. His altar boy years had introduced him to his first sip of wine and the mixed boys and girls choir to Becky. The seminary years between thirteen and twenty-five passed insidiously before the return of the Reverend Father Thomas O’Brien to one of Boston’s oldest parishes. Father Tom came home to the church he loved and remembered from his childhood, a magnificent neo-gothic cathedral built before. She told me that I was no longer a virgin, and now neither was she.I asked her about that, and she told me that, yes she was a virgin, at least that she had never had a real dick inside her until she had mine. I asked her how she knew so much about sex if she'd never done it before, and she told me she'd had lots of sex, but not with boys. Aha! So she did like girls like my mom said. I still didn't really understand what they did or what that meant, especially for me, but I thought the world of.