“Whatever you say, Reverend,” Maureen’s mother replied. “It’s the end product that’s important, not how she gets there.”
“I agree totally,” the reverend advised her. “Now leave her with me until 10. I’ve got to get our poor Maureen better and our time alone will be very important.”
Maureen’s parents said their goodbyes and left the unhappy Maureen alone with the minister.
“Have a seat, Maureen,” the reverend instructed her. He pulled a chair over to face his recliner and guided Maureen to it. She sat down and he sat in the recliner.
“Now tell me, Maureen, was this the first time you touched yourself?”
Maureen paled at answering such an intrusive question. She blushed. She also didn’t know whether telling him the truth would be better for her or worse.
“I-I, that is….” she started to
