Heather and Michael Part Two
Author: pollyfemus
Heather and Michael Part One
During my first sexual experience, I was not touched, even kissed.
I found them on Craigslist. My friends and I would browse the Casual Encounters Personals–and the even more amusing Missed Connections–for entertainment, and I kept the pastime when away from my friends.
Under “mw4w”, I found them, seeking a young girl to watch us. Teen but legal or young looking up to 21. I was sixteen, and wanted to know about sex. I wanted to fill the gaps in the sexual education I should have received from my pious parents and their parochial surrogates at school but had instead received from my rebellious older sisters. This, it seemed, was the most dangerous way to go about it, and real, palpable, with the flaws, the scuffle, the messiness and imperfections I was certain were missing from the pornographic films ubiquitous on the internet.
Communion
(Throwaway account for this.) Communion
The old judge put his cold hand on his cheek, and looked at the girl.
While pens scratched out whispered rhythms, and coughs cleared quiet throats, the girl told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, with God’s help. Her small voice, a gentle cinnamon bristle, tumbled out of the monitors married to the microphone erect before her where she sat beside the judge, his hand still on his old cheek, still looking at the girl.
“And how long were you a member of what is known as the Congregation of the Magna Mater?” she was asked. “For five years.” “And how old were you during the time you were a member of the congregation?” “I was sixteen when my family joined the congregation, and I was twenty-one when I left.”
The girl remained quiet as a series of questions were marked for objection by the congregation’s attorney. After the judge ruled, he rested his cheek in his hand again and the state’s attorney proceeded. “While you were a member of the congregation, did you witness their ceremonies?” “Yes,” said the girl. “Can you describe the ceremonies?” “There were a lot of them,” said the girl. “Would you please describe the recurring ceremony before the end of the cult’s–” “Objection,” said the congregation’s attorney.