I felt her long well-toned legs wrapped around my hips, and her firm calves pressed into the sides of my back with her feet crossed behind me. I felt...the much heavier weight of her stare; those dark brown eyes looked more confident, more curious, and more locked on than I had ever seen before. We held this wickedly intimate position with neither one of us moving and just let the feeling of raw electricity and anticipation shoot through our bodies; shoot through our loins into each other. . We just had to wait one more night. That night I couldn't sleep at all. I was so excited and relieved to finally be getting to go home. None of us slept I think.Early the next morning just as the sun was coming up, Officer Vicky and Judy led us out to the beach were there was two dozen more officers all dressed in black with machines waiting beside three small boats. They loaded us in one boat and drove us off the beach. We watched as the rest of the soliders snuck onto the island. We. " Don't worry about it Angel, we were all your age once." Said Susan.Angel, continuing the conversation said, "So how old are you now Susan?" I'm twenty-seven", replied Susan. "You don't look it," said Angel coyly, "you could easily pass for nine-teen or twenty."Well thank you Angel"."Listen," said Angel, "I don't suppose you would have time for a chat would you, I been travelling with Mum for two days and I'm really pissed off with having no one younger to talk to", she lied."Well I don't. It’s the same with rationality.So, today, I find myself in a church in what I can only describe as an irrational and emotional state. I don’t know why I am here but I find myself listening to sermons, singing songs and praying to him. Mostly, I’m looking at Father Patrick and wondering how he would abuse my young body if he were to see me naked. I think of him as strong, virile and passionate.Father Patrick’s sermon, on why he believes that God feels emotions, makes me feel emotional. He has.