Chapter Seven
The Induction Ceremony
I wake up the next morning aroused again, fantasizing about Dorothy. Was our encounter yesterday all just a feverish dream? I look at the robe at the foot of my bed and clearly see the small stain of blood on the fabric. It actually happened! We lost our virginity in each other’s arms. I push aside all traces of guilt or shame in my mind about it. Rather, I feel… reborn. I wonder how Dorothy feels this morning. I hope she isn’t tormented by the loss of her virginity or embarrassed in any way by the intimacy we shared. I wish I were able to talk to her again and be in her company. I need to be with her now.
Rather than kneeling beside my bed to pray as I have done each morning, I stay in bed thinking about our s****l encounter. Why was I appointed to
