Thankfully it was only for thirty days. This is in first person and UN EDITED. All mistakes are mine, and I refuse to acknowledge them as the writer o... record.I was sound asleep after coming off a hard mission and for a change I wasn't dreaming about it, but thinking of home which was even weirder. I was dreaming of hunting for rabbits in the snowy countryside with my dad and my grandfather. We always had rabbit hunts on Thanksgiving morning, and those of us old enough to go loved it. All the. I continued to work the cotton-wad down her legs all the while admiring herwith my eyes and occasionally with my hands. More and more often with myhands in the pretense to reach some difficult spot.When I was finished mom turned around and lay on her back and told me to goahead finish my work.I looked at her. I don't know how many first times I had experienced by now.But this was the best by many miles! My mother naked in front of me, hertits, barely noticeable over her chest but coronated with. Now I have something of a taste of what he meant.”“That’s kind of the opposite story from what you hear all the preachers on TV and radio say.”“And what story does the Bible tell about what happened? And the history we have from the early Church?”“They paid a heavy price for following Jesus.”“Yes. There is no ‘health and wealth’ Gospel. To borrow from Sir Winston Churchill, and paraphrase - ‘I would say to the people as I said to those who have joined this church: I have nothing to offer but. Her thoughts returned to Jason. He would not do this to her. He would not leave her feeling humiliated and ashamed. He would make her feel happy for everything she did. Even if he were of the mindset to prostitute her to the other students, he would have her enjoy it.She sniffled and forced herself to raise her head, wiping her face with quick swipes of her hand before she stood. She didn't care any more what anyone else said. No one could possibly understand. If she was going to be consigned.