Plan the first few songs, decide what you're going to preach. Pray hard." Yes dear," I managed to suppress my sigh.She, or they, were right, though. I...spent an hour assembling thoughts and decided to preach on the woman taken in adultery, rather than the expository sermon on the Altar of Incense I had originally intended.We began the service with 'Simple Gifts'. That's not a song familiar to most Britishers, but the tune is well known as 'Lord of the Dance'. After a short prayer, we then sang. Astrid had gotten us admitted in early August. We both thought that it was too expensive, but Astrid had insisted.I was a junior this year even though I was nearly seventeen. I was born in mid-November and the school system where we live wouldn't allow you to start in the first grade until you were six-years-old. The cutoff date was the end of September. So all of the kids born in the last three months of the year had to wait an extra year to start in first grade, and they were consequently. ”“I’ll make a note on your chart. If the doctor finds something she’d like to pursue with the drops then you’ll need to make other arrangements.” She jotted on a sheet on the clipboard. “Someone will be with you momentarily.”A technician beckoned him back. She sat him before a machine. “Put your forehead here. We’re going to take images of your retinas. Steady...” A green flash filled his field of vision. “One more ... Good. Doctor will see you shortly.”He returned to the waiting room and. For a while that was all I allowed. He wasn't touching me, and neither was I, at least not with company. I went home and stroked myself alone, in the dark, like I was just now.After a while, though, I stopped being so shy, and it was a matter of trust between us that this was something neither of us would show anyone else, but that we could do together. I'd watch him slide over the strange skin of his cock, and I'd find the courage to touch my dampness. I'd see his eyes on me. It would be.