“I’ve been watching you, I just wanted to know more what you were like, so I decided to sneak in while you weren’t home, I wasn’t going to tak...e anything, I just wanted!” I trailed off. His grip on my neck loosened a little bit. As I sat there surrounded by pairs of his dirty underwear, I saw a wet spot forming on the crotch of his pair he was wearing. He was turned on. “I was thinking of calling the police,” he said. “But I think maybe we can handle this between the two of us.” Still holding. She looked down at me and asked me if she could join me. I told her of course, and she sat down next to me. I asked her, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" She said go ahead. "Do you like women," I asked, surprising myself with my bluntness. Yes came the response. "My name is Ava, by the way," she told me. I leaned into her kissing her lips. Her lips were so soft and full, I could swear that I could kiss her all day but I wanted more. I opened my mouth and so did she and our. Did I really have the courage of my convictions? And if I didn’t, what did that mean? Certainly it would mean I owed April an apology and, if she wanted it, a chance to restore our relationship. It would also mean leaving the Church as so many of the kids who went off to college did. But I didn’t want to do that. The only choice was to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and confess.But that led to the next question, one that Father Herman was sure to ask. Was I intending to do it again?. She smiled and came over and got a cup out for me. As she reached up, her shirt lifted a bit and I could see how toned she was. I also saw she had a tattoo, SO COOL! It was on her left hip and it was two girls symbols locked together.I blurted out, “What’s that mean?” and poked at the tattoo. She almost dropped the cup and sat it on the table.”Oh, well, you know how girls usually date boys?” She asked, her face a bit red. I nodded.”Well, I’m a girl that dates girls.” She said and walked back.