Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

His words were everything she wanted to hear and more. No scorn, nor look of bated horror or thinly veiled judgement. It felt good. Warm and nice. A comfort rarely found. She liked it and it showed clearly across her face.

Stirred something deep inside. She had just wanted someone else to say it, give the 'permission', so to speak. She could be good and equally as indulgent. Others were, how unfair that she was not supposed to be. Perhaps it was nature all along. All the more cruel to keep it stifled.

And you're still keeping yours. She remarked with a sideways tilt of her head, wide-eyed and accusatory. We have a deal. Spill it. commanding and expectant. She amused herself.