
One night in my late teens I found myself
facing a temptation that is probably better not described in
excruciating detail. Let’s just say it was a temptation common to
young men. The other party was ready and willing and very much to my taste,
there were no adults around to complicate matters, the situation was intimate
and comfortable, and there was every natural reason to carry right on
with what was already well underway.
For reasons I was unable to adequately
spell out at the time, I didn’t. I’m not sure there’s a heavenly
reward for that exactly, but I can tell you without even a shred of doubt that
I did save myself a great deal of earthly emotional distress, guilt,
ongoing complications and probably several courses of antibiotics.
If you must know, I blame my parents for
that one. There’s probably a reward coming for them, if not for me.