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Something about the subject was unseemly to me. Still, Edwina assured me that when a woman truly fell in love it made an enormous difference. I was snug against Spence, his mouth by my ear. Turning his head towards me, he whispered, “I want you so, dear Sophia.”
    His words seemed to be the final hurdle. Gently removing my undergarments, Spence groaned as his hand found the soft fur between my legs. I thought I would go mad with longing as he touched that forbidden place…. that place where I had never allowed anyone to touch me before. Spence caressed me gently, and I kissed him with reckless abandon. He then unbuttoned my blouse, unhooking my brassiere.  His lips were on my breasts. I began to sigh, and could hear my voice as though from far away. Suddenly, Spence broke away from me, and turned his head to the side, as though to clear his thoughts. As though to stop the mad rush of passion carrying us toward a firestorm.
    “What is it?” I asked him. Don’t you want me?” I was confused.
    “Oh, Sophia, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I’m just not certain that it’s right.”
    “Spence,” I cried, “We love each other. What can be wrong when two people are in love?” I had heard those very words from Edwina.
    “Nothing, darling Sophia, but I don’t want to hurt you or to do anything you might regret later.”
    “You could never do anything to hurt me, unless you stopped caring for me. I love you so much,” I whispered. He clasped me to his chest, and we kissed with fierce abandonment. He must have known that I was ready for him, in the way that only men do know such things. Suddenly, all hesitancy was gone, and he was clearly mad with desire. He shed the remainder of his clothing, and we lay naked together. Skin against skin. Ever so gently, he began to thrust, and each time, I felt myself more ready to receive him. Suddenly, my body welcomed his, and we were as close as two human beings can be. I felt a brief stab of pain, but ever so quickly, ecstasy replaced discomfort. Instinctively, I brought my hips up, to be as close to him as possible. He thrust repeatedly, until we reached a pinnacle of passion that I could never have imagined or described. We cried out to one another in joy, and were truly one.
    When our lovemaking ended, we lay quietly in each other’s arms relishing the serenity. I didn’t regret what had happened. I finally understood what my body had been longing for each time we’d kissed and held one another. I loved him. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else would ever matter. We lay there calmly, savoring the aftermath of passion. Spence was the first to break the silence. Lighting a cigarette, he propped himself up on one elbow.
    “ Sophia, we need to talk, darling,” he murmured as he nuzzled my neck.
    “Yes, I know, ” I answered, running my hand through his thick hair.
    “I love you so, dearest.”
    I love you too, Spence. So much.”
    “But we have so me things to work out. I have many things to talk to you about.”
    “W ell, is it the religion thing, Spence? Or, the silly class nonsense. I don’t care about either. What is it that you believe that I don’t, in terms of religion?”
    “Oh darling, I’ m not sure there is very much we don’t agree on. The Anglican Church formed from the Roman Catholic, because Henry the Eighth wanted to be divorced to re-marry. If it hadn’t been for a tart named Anne Boleyn, there never would have been an Anglican church. Funny, how the entire history of mankind can turn on something so seemingly trivial. Who knows? Perhaps they were soul- mates too,” he laughed. “Pretty unlikely, however, since he had her beheaded, when he tired of her.” I joined in the laughter. “At any rate, the beliefs are really quite similar, other than the fact that the Anglican Church doesn’t acknowledge that the Pope is infallible. Of course the Catholic church doesn’t allow divorce.”
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