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out of the house in such a dangerous condition. “You don’t give up, do you?” she smiled sheepishly at him. “Maybe we have time for a little quickie,” she relented. On the one hand, she’d starve herself the rest of the day to lose those stubborn extra pounds. And, on the other, no matter what Catholic reservations she may have had about premarital sex, Karen considered it her womanly duty to satisfy her man.
    But Michael could sense that, in her heart of hearts, she still felt guilty about it. Her pangs of conscience generally coincided with the times she spent with her family and Sunday mornings at church. She even stopped going to confession once she actually had something to confess. But Michael’s needs usually swayed her, playing upon her preemptive jealousy. Karen noticed the way other women looked at her fiancé. Why give another woman the opportunity to take care of a problem that she could, when hard-pressed, efficiently handle herself? Karen emboldened herself and firmly grasped his member. Despite his hurry, Michael wasn’t one to miss an opportunity. In a race against the clock, he hastily propped Karen up against the sink. He wrapped her legs around his waist, then glided in between her lips, which, despite their intimidating dryness, quickly pushed him to the brink. Michael knew that he could rest easy on that score since, fortunately for him though somewhat less fortunately for her, Karen had been on the pill since the age of twelve to alleviate the symptoms of endometriosis. He then kissed his fiancée quickly on the cheek, said “I love you” and wiped himself clean with a piece of toilet tissue.
    â€œI love you too,” she replied. But the sense of postcoital guilt was already imprinted upon her features. “You’re thirty years old. You can decide for yourself and do whatever the hell you want! You don’t need a goddamn preacher to tell you what to do,” he’d exclaim whenever she made him lose his temper over what he perceived as her outdated prudishness.
    â€œPlease leave my priest out of it. He’s got nothing to do it with it.”
    Bullshit! Michael thought whenever he became fed up with frustration. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that you still live with your parents at your age?”
    Although Karen fell head over heals in love with Michael practically from the moment that she laid eyes on him, she didn’t want to rush into a serious relationship. She’d been burned by men before. This time she wanted to play it safe. Yet no matter how much she tried to protect herself, as far as Michael was concerned, Karen’s heart led the way far ahead of her head. The only thing she could control was when she actually moved in with him. On this issue alone she put her foot down. Like a good Catholic girl, she told him they’d live together only after they got married. “It would kill my folks,” Karen tried to explain the situation to Michael more diplomatically. She wanted him to understand the disappointment her parents would feel if she openly lived with a man, as opposed to doing what she was doing now: which is to say, sneak into his apartment in the mornings and afternoons and return home in the evenings, feeling ashamed and impure.
    But Michael refused to be alone. Though completely untouched by the suffering of others, a sense of painful emptiness overcame him late at night, when he went to sleep without holding a woman—and not just any woman, but his woman—in his arms. What the hell! If she won’t commit to me, then I won’t commit to her either. He made a conscious decision to continue his philandering ways while giving Karen the distinct impression that they were dating exclusively. “You’re the woman of my life,” he’d declare looking dreamingly into his fiancée’s eyes, right after he had been with one or two women on that day. Which was