Catching A Good Man

The place was s beach house. The time was 1978. The guy was a someone I met on the beach that afternoon. The why? I was a Mormon girl from Dallas and I didn't want to die a virgin.

He took advantage of me, used me like a whore, and left me tied to the bed frame. That's how my parents found me when they came back from the movies. I was so scared I didn't remember what he looked like.

I wasn't a Mormon after that.

Ten years later I'm at a beach house with a doctor from my town. I worked at the local diner and he liked them young. I reminded him that I was a Mormon girl and after what he had done he had to marry me.

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