When I turned twelve, the priest gave me the blessing, judging me worthy to attempt the lottery at sixteen.“You are beautiful, child,” the priest ...ad said. “You would greatly please the God.”So I dedicated myself to remaining pure. On my sixteenth birthday, I marched down to the temple where a priestess verified my hymen was intact. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she approved me for the lottery.All around the world, other virgins who just turned sixteen eagerly entered. They wanted to. We both agreed and Ingrid began to talk about all the things that she had helped us to discover about ourselves and basically recited all the things that I have already revealed earlier in this account. Then she asked us how we each felt about the quality of our love making now as opposed to before we entered therapy.Lydia spoke up first and said that it has been absolutely wonderful. Because she now understood the source of all her hang-ups that she used to have about being perceived as a. ?”“Yes. I wished that either I was already pregnant, or ... I wished it would happen again and that you would actually ... fuck me and get me pregnant.”“Mom...”“I know, David. I’ve never felt conflicted like that. Most of the time I could stop myself from thinking things like that. But at night, when you were asleep next to me, I would start fantasizing and I couldn’t stop myself. I ... This is so bad, David.”“I’m fine, Mom. Totally fine. I want to hear. Keep going.”“I would fantasize about. In order to see herself completely, she found herself standing on her tip-toes and looking down into the edge of the mirror until her green shoes came into view, silver bells jingling as she hopped from foot to foot. She was dressed from head to knee in fine green velvet trimmed with silver, the epitome of a Christmas elf, with some notable differences. The costume she wore was quite expensive, and had cost her several times the amount the store had spent on their Santa outfit. She wore it.