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    Perfect Temptation
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    I made the decision to give myself to the Lord at a very young age. I was 14 when it dawned on me that a life of discipline, faith, and chastity was right for me.
    I developed real early. I grew C cup breasts by the age of 13 and developed woman-like hips later on that year too. Such a figure on a thin framed young girl like myself was a burden I was not prepared to take on. I remember the married men in my neighborhood staring at me with strange smiles on their faces as I walked to school. They weren’t the kind of smiles that you would normally see on people as acts of general pleasantries, but they were weird, twisted smiles that also came with a cold stare. A cold stare that I associated with predators at the zoo, like lions, tigers, and gorillas, which made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
    One day, I asked my dad why the married men in the neighborhood always ogled at me as I walked to school. He was fixing the plumbing underneath the kitchen sink at the time. I remember him saying, “They think you are nice Jessie. They’re just happy to see you.”
    “ Well, if they think I’m nice how come they don’t say hello? They just stand there and stare,” I said.
    “ Sometimes a smile is just enough,” he mumbled, in a dismissive tone as he continued to struggle with the piping.
    “ It’s okay, I’ll leave you be.”
    My father let out a deep sigh. “Wait, honey.” He then scooted out from under the cabinets where the sink plumbing was leaking throughout the entire week, and grabbed me by the shoulders, kissing me on the forehead and giving me a nice warm hug. He then asked, “Which neighbor stares at you every morning?”
    “Well, pretty much all of them. But Frank does it the longest. It feels like he stares at my feet, then my legs, my chest, and finally my face. It’s a weird way of saying hello, don’t you think?”
    His face became contorted in agitation as soon as I told him about Frank. He pursed his lips, let go of my shoulders, and without saying a word, bolted through the front door like a rocket. I ran to the living room window to see where my father was heading.
    He headed straight to Frank’s house and knocked on the door, Frank answered the door with a smile. My father started yelling at him and grabbed him by his shirt. What have I done? I thought. All Frank was doing was being friendly. My father continued yelling at Frank and finally let go of his shirt. Frank’s face turned red and looked quite ashamed and embarrassed. My father pointed to the our house and Frank gave my father an understanding nod. After giving Frank a piece of his mind, my father abruptly turned around and slowly walked back to our house. I ran back to the kitchen as I didn’t want him to know what I had seen.
    “ Jessie!” my father yelled, as he entered the house.
    “ Yes dad?” I answered, as I quickly opened the refrigerator, hoping to not look suspicious, as I prepared to make a sandwich.
    “ Listen baby...” he said, catching his breath. “I told Frank to stop being a weirdo. He won’t stare at you and make you feel uncomfortable anymore. If he does it again, you let me know, okay?” he told me. Somewhat winded, he sat next to me on the kitchen table.
    “ Okay,” I said sheepishly. “Sandwich?”
    “ Sure,” he said.
    That was the last conversation I had with my father before he died in a car crash the next morning on the way to work. He was broadsided in an intersection by a motorhome going 20 miles over the speed limit. Our family didn’t handle his loss very well and never recovered from the tragedy. My older brother who was away to college at the time, left us behind after the semester ended. He took a job as an electrician in the town next to the college. He gives us a call every holiday and we haven’t seen him ever since that summer he left for college, which was the same year our dad died.
    For the next few years it was just