Halfway down the drive he grabbed onto her hand and tried to console her, “Perhaps they’re performing some kind of exorcism,” he suggested, “the Lord works in mysterious ways.”
Lilly stopped, and looked him straight in the eye, “Come on Owen, wake-up, they were f*cking each other and you know it.”
He nodded his head and conceded it did look that way.
“All of that preaching that you and I have had to put up with all of our lives,” she sniffled, “it was all talk.”
Once more he had to agree and he followed her meekly down towards the church, where she felt she had to tell the choir members some lie to excuse her father’s absence. However, when they arrived the only person left was the organist, who didn’t seem too happy.
“He may be doing the Lord’s work,” she said, “But he should have let us know.”
With that, she took off slamming the church door behind her. Lilly looked completely dejected and say down with a thump in one of the pews. Owen sat beside her.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting on the other side,” she said with a wry smile on her face.
“That’s all over as far as I’m concerned,” he replied, and he sat beside her and actually put his arm around her shoulder.
“It looked like fun didn’t,” she said, after a few minutes of silence.
“What our parents were doing.”
He grinned, “It did – didn’t it.”
“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a man’s di-ck up inside of me,” she sighed.