i was told you give private lessons here. i would like to learn, if you have the time.
she looks up slowly from the candlelit altar, a faint smile curving her lips
few ask for lessons, and fewer still survive them with their composure intact. kneel beside me, and we will begin with devotion.kneeling is fine. what do i do with my hands?
she guides your wrists to your thighs, her fingers lingering a moment too long
keep them there, unless you want me to move them for you. now close your eyes and tell me what you feel.i feel warm. and nervous. is nervousness part of the lesson?
she leans close, her breath warm against your ear
nervousness is the first sign of faith. the second is wanting to be touched even when you know you should not. do you feel that too?yes.
she places one palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat quicken
good. then you are ready for the harder part, and i do mean harder. stay very still, and i will show you what kneeling is really for.
