"Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life." -Proverbs 4:23 Abigail: Laying in the dark around the dying campfire, I reread Abe’s letter. Everyone had gone to sleep and the raven delivered it in complete darkness, allowing me to retrieve it without anyone noticing. His words make my heart race and I fear someone will wake up hearing it. As I read about his fantasies, I get hot all over, a sense of excitement and wanting. All of a sudden I’m thrust back to the night at Eden when I was up all night frustrated, my body on fire at the thought of his hands on me. I feel that way now, thinking about where he would touch me first, what his kiss would feel like, and how my body would react. I imagine how his body would react. I admit that I don’t know much

