Chapter 7
Chapter 7
In the night that I met Wanda Moore, I dreamed that I made love to her. I kissed those burgundy-red pillow-like lips, and my tongue played around with hers inside her mouth. There was never a thought during the dream that it was wrong or that I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing. I just gleefully and passionately made love to her. The sensation of my body pulsing in climax woke me up. I rolled over onto my back, looked straight up at the ceiling, and cried, “God, no!” The guilt and shame of what I had done in my dream pressed my emotions like a huge stone. My body had betrayed me again. Ever since Daddy had caught me with Lynetta, I had tried hard to control myself. I viciously fought never to touch my little soldier, but even in my waking state, there were times whe
