My first concsious sensation was of a warm body next to mine. As I lay slowly waking I kept my eyes closed.

I had the sensation I often had after a wet dream, of arousal and unfullfilled desire. I wriggled closer to the body I was spooning and felt it press back to me.

Vaguely I wondered who this was. My husband was overseas, a missionary educator working on The Ivory Coast.

Suddenly I was wide awake.......this hard, muscled body wasn't the body of the only man I had given my self to. In the lonely hours at night I had often fantasized about such a torso while slaking my burning libido. Always I had confessed this, accepted my penance from the understanding priest and felt absolved.

Inspite of the realisation that this was not my husband lying beside me I stayed pressed to the strong, smooth back. What was I doing? This was innocent, just two people lying on the same bed. What was sinful was what I was thinking.