‘Can I get you anything to eat for lunch hun?’ she asked. He gazed up at her, ‘No thanks. I’ll take a bottle of your next to highest priced vo...ka though.’ ‘Yes sir,’ she affirmed. She began to turn away when he added, ‘I’ll take some cherries with it too.’ ‘Cherries sir?’ she questioned, surprised. ‘Yeah,’ he responded. ‘We don’t have cherries sir,’ said the waitress. He eyed her as if she had just said something reprehensible. ‘No cherries? What about lemons, do you have those?’ ‘No sir,’. He catches me, one foot going backward to keep from falling over. Looking up with an apologetic look, my eyes lock with his, his eyes a look of passion and want. He assures me that it wasn't a problem and when I try to break the eye contact he holds me there. I lean into to him, relaxing from the safety that his arms provide, together watching and listening for more sounds of the storm. Then as our heads are tilting back looking into the now dark cloudy sky it starts to drizzle. Almost laughing. She patted his hand and sighed. Angela cleared her throat and gave them a troubled look. Her entire life, up to then, had been spent as a devoted follower of the teachings of the Mormon Church. After the last confrontation with her bishop, she made a clean break with the church in her mind. Yet, the years of religious conditioning still lurked in her mind. All of those years could not be erased in an instant."Mother, last night, for the first time in my life I experienced love and sex and it. I knew there was more and I didn't want her to stop, "What happened next? Did you talk to your Aunt and Uncle about it?" No, I was afraid of getting them in trouble. Regina finally went and got dressed, and then she brought her homework into my room. She didn't ask or anything, just flopped on the bed and started pulling things out of her backpack. A little while later I heard the front door open and I started to go see who it was, but she stopped me, saying we had to stay in the room until my.