Rex
As soon as we get to the cabins, I decide to go for a run.
I need to clear my head.
And try not to think about fucking Faith.
It’s hot as shit out here so I am going to sweat all the fantasies right out of me.
I got to give it to the Christians. This place is pretty beautiful.
I run straight away from the cabins and into the woods.
The more distance I get between me and Faith, the better.
I was just fucking with her earlier.
Asking her questions about her beliefs and sex.
I didn’t think… I mean I had noideathat she would actually be interested…
And call me cocky, but I am fairly sure she was coming onto me.
This is so bad.
For starters, I want her too.
So fucking badly.
I mean, I want nothing more than to bite on those berry pink lips.
I want to be that warm body she talked about.
She’s so unbelievably beautiful.
But what’s even worse is that she is the freaking preacher’s daughter.
Icannotfuck the preacher’s daughter.
If I do, I will get found out for sure.
If I do, I will get kicked out and God knows what Mom will do to me then.
If I do, I will just hurt her.
And that’s probably the worst thing of all.
I keep running.
And I don’t stop until I’m completely exhausted.
* * *
The first day of Jesus weekend is what I expect.
I listen to a talk about why bad things happen to good people. I eat too many slices of pizza. I try really hard not to laugh when they sing these really upbeat songs with hand motion routines that everyone seems to know.
I avoid Faith.