A Survey of Religious Education in the Local Church

She pressed back against him, coveting him. "I wish I were married to you," she said. "Oh, no you don't, honey," Mike laughed. "Being married to me is no bed of roses." "I'm sixteen," she reminded him. "Honey," he said gently and ran his rough hand across her hair, "I'm old enough to be your daddy. Your father would kill me and the local church-going folk would run me out of town. It's just not in the cards, honey. You'll find a nice boy someday and you'll settle down. Wait and see." Sueanne thought of all the boys she knew – none of them were exciting or even interesting to her. The thought of spending a night in bed with over-active, pimply Billy made her stomach turn. She turned to Mike and buried her head in his big chest. "I don't want to leave you." "A week from now," he assured her, "you won't even remember my name." "I will," the blonde girl vowed, "I will always remember you, always!" "Listen," Mike said ominously, "I think I hear a motor." They leaned close to the windowpane and listened. "It's the plough," Sueanne said regretfully. "Get your clothes on, honey," Mike urged, "I don't want anybody to know what happened up here." Sueanne looked at him with great sadness in her eyes ...»