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spoiled by
his insistence on his own pace. He put his hands on her thighs and
helped her wrap her legs around his waist and muscular butt. He
needed her now, no, it was deeper and more meaningful than that;
they needed each other.
Desire to possess the
whole of Julianna was a devilishly elusive and strange feeling, one
he knew he’d need again and again, a feeling he thought not might
be satiable. Nonetheless, he knew he had to go forward now or be
lost forever. So he wiggled her thighs apart with his hard dick and
said a final sentence as a celibate priest.
“Your
lust, your body, and your love are mine and mine alone. Only God
may tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear, and then he took her
as her own.
Although they slept the
just sleep of the dead, they woke up in the morning realizing what
they’d done and where they were. Suddenly nervous, they dressed
quickly and without words.
In the car on the way home,
Julianna fiddled with the radio until she found 830 clearly coming
in on the dial. WCCO was just finishing up the commodities prices
and the weather report came on after a commercial for Armor Brand
canned hams.
“ There is a storm brewing
to the north of us right now,” the news-reader’s cheery voice
said.
“ Why do they think that is
news?” Cedric said, sour, “there is always a storm brewing north of
here.”
Julianna ignored him,
focused on the weather report.
“ An Alberta Clipper has
been reported by our sources at the National Weather
Service.”
“Their so-called source is a drunken Irish fisherman.”
“ How does he report the
weather from his boat in Europe?” Julianna asked, the sweetness in
her voice masking the mocking in her question.
“ I’ll ignore that,” he
said, putting his foot on the accelerator a bit harder, hoping to
get home faster.
“ Concerned residents of
Brannaska and other towns in the storm’s path should be prepared
and take all precautions.”
“As if we wouldn’t have done that already, given how nasty this
winter has been.”
Sex was shaping up to be
more wonderful, but infinitely more complicated, than she’d ever
though.
Chapter Nine: Father
Briar Counsels Worried Hockey Moms.
Despite the wind whipping
outside and the frost clouding the inside of the windows, Father
Briar’s office was cozy and warm, if not particularly
friendly-feeling at the moment. Racks of books lined the shelves on
the walls. Cedric wished he could worm his way into one of the
volumes, that C.S. Lewis volume of talks during the war,
perhaps, Mere Christianity, instead of dealing with the frustrated and
uncomfortable mothers that were sitting in the Naugahyde chairs
across from his desk.
“ Is it natural for them to
be so much like rabbits?” Mrs. Herbertson was trying to be discreet
and talk around the “problem” of her daughter’s libido. “They just
want to be together at all times. Day and night, night and day, at
school and on the weekends. Talk of Trigger never stops!” Mrs.
Olsen complained. “I know more about your son, Jenny, than I do
about my own husband!”
“ Well maybe that is a
problem the two of you ought to address,” Father Briar said quietly
and without judgment.
“ We are not here to talk
about my marriage,” she responded sternly. Father Briar wasn’t used
to being reprimanded, especially by the a mother of a teenage boy
who was a broken condom (or no condom at all, given that they were
Catholic, and we all know that teenage boys aren’t exactly precise
when it comes to ejaculatory control…) away from being an unwed
father.
Trygve “Trigger” Olsen was
the star of the Brannaska High School Hockey team. He played center
and was the co-captain. He was on course to graduate and the go on
to the University of Minnesota, Duluth Campus, the beneficiary of a
full athletic scholarship.
But all of that would fall
apart if he got Ramona Herbertson “in a family way,” as her ever
delicate mother had put it. The two had been dating
his insistence on his own pace. He put his hands on her thighs and
helped her wrap her legs around his waist and muscular butt. He
needed her now, no, it was deeper and more meaningful than that;
they needed each other.
Desire to possess the
whole of Julianna was a devilishly elusive and strange feeling, one
he knew he’d need again and again, a feeling he thought not might
be satiable. Nonetheless, he knew he had to go forward now or be
lost forever. So he wiggled her thighs apart with his hard dick and
said a final sentence as a celibate priest.
“Your
lust, your body, and your love are mine and mine alone. Only God
may tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear, and then he took her
as her own.
Although they slept the
just sleep of the dead, they woke up in the morning realizing what
they’d done and where they were. Suddenly nervous, they dressed
quickly and without words.
In the car on the way home,
Julianna fiddled with the radio until she found 830 clearly coming
in on the dial. WCCO was just finishing up the commodities prices
and the weather report came on after a commercial for Armor Brand
canned hams.
“ There is a storm brewing
to the north of us right now,” the news-reader’s cheery voice
said.
“ Why do they think that is
news?” Cedric said, sour, “there is always a storm brewing north of
here.”
Julianna ignored him,
focused on the weather report.
“ An Alberta Clipper has
been reported by our sources at the National Weather
Service.”
“Their so-called source is a drunken Irish fisherman.”
“ How does he report the
weather from his boat in Europe?” Julianna asked, the sweetness in
her voice masking the mocking in her question.
“ I’ll ignore that,” he
said, putting his foot on the accelerator a bit harder, hoping to
get home faster.
“ Concerned residents of
Brannaska and other towns in the storm’s path should be prepared
and take all precautions.”
“As if we wouldn’t have done that already, given how nasty this
winter has been.”
Sex was shaping up to be
more wonderful, but infinitely more complicated, than she’d ever
though.
Chapter Nine: Father
Briar Counsels Worried Hockey Moms.
Despite the wind whipping
outside and the frost clouding the inside of the windows, Father
Briar’s office was cozy and warm, if not particularly
friendly-feeling at the moment. Racks of books lined the shelves on
the walls. Cedric wished he could worm his way into one of the
volumes, that C.S. Lewis volume of talks during the war,
perhaps, Mere Christianity, instead of dealing with the frustrated and
uncomfortable mothers that were sitting in the Naugahyde chairs
across from his desk.
“ Is it natural for them to
be so much like rabbits?” Mrs. Herbertson was trying to be discreet
and talk around the “problem” of her daughter’s libido. “They just
want to be together at all times. Day and night, night and day, at
school and on the weekends. Talk of Trigger never stops!” Mrs.
Olsen complained. “I know more about your son, Jenny, than I do
about my own husband!”
“ Well maybe that is a
problem the two of you ought to address,” Father Briar said quietly
and without judgment.
“ We are not here to talk
about my marriage,” she responded sternly. Father Briar wasn’t used
to being reprimanded, especially by the a mother of a teenage boy
who was a broken condom (or no condom at all, given that they were
Catholic, and we all know that teenage boys aren’t exactly precise
when it comes to ejaculatory control…) away from being an unwed
father.
Trygve “Trigger” Olsen was
the star of the Brannaska High School Hockey team. He played center
and was the co-captain. He was on course to graduate and the go on
to the University of Minnesota, Duluth Campus, the beneficiary of a
full athletic scholarship.
But all of that would fall
apart if he got Ramona Herbertson “in a family way,” as her ever
delicate mother had put it. The two had been dating
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