And most, if not quite all of these young women hoped that reports of their misdeeds would not be too numerous, would not be too heinous, would not be...too false.The girls, named in secret, were judged without defence. The village priest and a small group of elders, all men of course, annually assessed the accusations. A few days before the festival, the box was decanted, and each note was piled neatly next to the printed name of every qualifying village girl on a table in the vestry.Though all. Then there was a smile on her face and she said ‘you going to see all those dirty things you have on your phone as well’. I laughed and said ‘you can come and check if you don’t believe me’. She said ‘sure show me’.I was now caught in a fix, I was not sure if I closed the last pages I had opened on my laptop and also I was not sure if this was a sign again.Anyway, we went to my room and I decided to see how far this goes. I was almost on the verge of letting me just go for it and see how she. Any nausea had gone and her energy was high. Also high was her libido. If she had her way, she would get it from Glen both going to and coming from work. Most times, she took pity on his weariness, but there were very few days that they did not make love.When both were satisfied, they visited the bathroom together to clean up, then got into bed. Whenever they could sleep together, they had always spooned, with his arm over her. Lately, he had begun resting his hand on her belly and caressing. After a few minutes, the sucking stopped. It sounded like they were kissing and then I heard "the zipper's on the side." I could hear clothes coming off. I was standing, naked, with my ear to the wall, trying to get everything. She suggested the bedroom so I had to move to the other wall.Soon, it was her turn to moan. He was going down on her. She was hissing, "Yes. Right there. That's it." She made guttural sounds and I knew she was going to get off. Soon she did. Twice. Three times.There was.