After my encounter with the two women, I had been waiting impatiently for Sunday to come.
They had enthralled me, the lightheartedness with which they were handling the sex-topic was so irresistible. I felt like a teenager kissing for the first time.
All of my life, I had learned, sex was something you did behind closed doors. Anything but vanilla was a sin anyway. No sex before marriage and all the other bullshit, the religious radicals propagated. I felt hate, rising in my stomach, but the though of Elenore and Cara instantly evaporated it. “Talk about doing good.”, I thought, “All those bastards, telling you what to do and what not to do, trying to rule your life – seeding nothing but hate. But those two girls with one simple rule from the heart had radiated love, not desire, not lust (that as well), but true love.”
I needed to go there.
I took a subway to close on the address mentioned on the flyer and found it shortly after exiting the station.
It was a simple building. No glamour, no wealth presented on the outside. A small sign at the door read “Church of WtF – Cum on in”.