I intended to do that, as my parents had, because otherwise the symbolism of the rings would be lost on everyone who wasn’t Orthodox.Once the rings ...were exchanged, Deacon Vasily handed Yaroslav and Sasha each a candle and they joined their right hands for the ‘crowning’ ceremony. Father Herman blessed the ceremonial crowns which the parish owned. Smaller, less elaborate crowns would replace them for the reception, and they’d take those smaller crowns home to display in their icon corner.I. My god, it had been far, far too long.I glided past her fleshy, velvet walls and gasped in winded shock, as if every breath had been taken from me. I looked deep into her wide, wild eyes as her pupils spilled, then overflowed, and a nipple hardened against my groping hand."Fuck me, you dirty cunt," she urged, "fuck me hard."I released weeks of pent-up work tension, and many more months of sexual frustration, on her body and white-hot cauldron We devoured each other like animals, my cock. Days go by filled with some boring classes with no one paying too muchattention to me, when one day the math teacher motions for me to come tohis desk."Principal wants to see you," Mr. Pearson says and handles me a hall-pass.The principal isn't a buddy students want to communicate with. TheCouncilors are the ones that usually communicate with the students andsometimes VP. The principal is like a last resort.I'm in the office' waiting area. The secretary is typing something intoher pc."Sally?". ”“She certainly is.”“So are you going to sit next to me?” Jackie asked. “Or do I have to come over there and sit on your lap?” A switch clicked in my brain and I decided to stop treating her like she was my sister. I sat beside her, put my left arm around her shoulder, and pulled her to me. We kissed tentatively, then gratefully, and I felt her up, my hand manipulating that crotch seam that jeans have, which could tell a tale or two.“Where’s your bedroom, Stevie?” she asked brightly. I took her.