. I was taken aback by the inordinate number of little twelve and thirteen year old girls with so few boys that were there. Was Lisa like me, shunning...the opposite sex?Yes and no! She was a CT, no doubt about that, but she never let a boy beyond her 'outer shields', or 'first base'!So, here I was eating sausages & peppers and then refreshing myself, sitting balanced on a basketball in the deep end so that the water was upto my neck, when the boys showed up, about eight of them.There were about a. Dawn put her arm round her son and led him to the log to sit down. “Let me tell you a little story and let’s see if this helps you baby.” Dawn said get comfortable. “About 25 years ago, I met this great guy called Robbie. I was your age, 17, but permanently horny like every kid is at your time of life. Well I wasn’t a virgin but I wouldn’t say that I was worldly wise either. This beautiful man, your dad, was the sweetest guy I ever met. He seemed to be totally in tune with me, when I had a bad. My children. My grandchildren. My parents. My terribly misunderstood and unappreciated sisters.I don’t know about the theology involved. The idea of any god killing his son in retribution for the sins of the world was mildly disgusting to me, even if the child supposedly rose from the dead. But the ritual and pageantry were enough to purge my mind as I prayed my V1 loved ones had found peace.I don’t know what else happened that morning or what the pastor spoke about. I know the tears didn’t.
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