We married "In the church", meaning a Catholic wedding and a happy mother. This required my’ non-Catholic fiancé, to take Catholic dogma lessons an... sign papers raise our offspring in the faith. The civil paperwork was simple, just birth certificates and signatures.The parish priest initially was more difficult. He thought of me as a poor, young, Catholic girl taken advantage of by an older protestant. After the priest knew more about us and our families, he became less critical but admonished. One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over me. "Hey, are you going to the festival too? I'm Jenny by the way. We'd like a man we know so we don't get harassed at the camping area. Why don't you sit next to us and we can plan where. Susan ki phuddi ke gash mein se geeli, silky sheathing bahar nikal aayee aur ouski pain ridden cheikh nikli lekin tim ab animalistic ho gaya tha. Ousne susan ke muthi bhar hair ko grab kiya aur backwards pull kertay huwe ousko desk ke ooper se push kertay huwe bed par gira diya aur khud uski gaand ke ooper sawar ho gaya magar susan ne puri taqat laga kar apni position tabdeel ki aur back par aa gayee aur ouska head pure submission mein tim ki thighs ke middle mein aik side ko dangle kar gaya.. “But Eve, I love you,” she whines as if she were a petulant child who had just had their iPad taken away.Despite herself, Eve stares inconspicuously at Villanelle’s lips which are still shiny and slick with the honey. She imagines what it would feel like to slide her tongue over those lips and taste the sweetness, to gently bite down on that bottom lip, to slip her tongue inside… Eve stops herself and scoffs, audibly. “You don’t know what love is, Villanelle.”Villanelle pouts and looks Eve up.