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Cambridge Catholic High
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        "God is perfect and not material." This is a statement of faith.

        Deana Marie Cordice was real. I think the point most pious people
        miss; is this simple fact. I met Deana at C.C.D: Catholic Catechism
        Indoctrination. She said, "She could rape me." I thought this was,
        "Awesome." We were sweet teen lovers from then on.

        I imagine every parent is terrified at the prospect of their teen daughter's
        sexual development. But, it is a fact of life. It's called puberty.
        So, there we sat in sinful lust as a nun talked to us about abstinence
        and the virtue of marriage.

        Most of the class was cynical. This was high school for Christ sake.
        There was a day care at the school for the teen moms. I don't believe
        that "bastards" is an appropriate term, but the Sisters of Mercy liked to use it.
        Deana was a bronze Italian goddess. I looked like a ghost next to her.
        We liked to fornicate in her dad's recroom .. He had a pool table and
        a leather couch. I was not using a condom.

        (I should get my sperm count checked)

        Guys should always use condoms. There are too many mistakes in
        this messed* up world. But, Deana and I never got pregnant.
        (I did have the measles in grammar school)...... Deana talked about
        having lots of children and a big house. I just wanted to fornicate.

        She really was the thoughtful one in are partnership in lust.
        Maybe, it was all that doll playing girls do? Well, my point is fornication
        is a part of puberty. I think most teens do it and they all masturbate.
        Parents just want to believe in Angels and keep their children forever
        pure. It just isn't realistic...

        Deana's dad was furious when he finally figured out that I wasn't just
        a friend. So, we had a short separation. But, I figured a way to get back
        to Deana. I had a car. It was awesome car sex. This is another aspect
        of human sexuality: the naughtier the better.

        Meanwhile, the nuns preached about Hell and Purgatory.
        What do they do in Hell? They do a lot of whipping and screaming.
        Sounds kinky. Deana did like me to spank her, while she was hanging
        out of the car window. Probably, the Devil in her.

        So, what is important is what you enjoy doing. God is not real, if you
        don't enjoy God. Keep it real.

        Ahmen+


        Muzzy Pagan
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