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The last place on earth Denny Reed would have expected to find himself, was in church on a beautiful Sunday morning in Idaho Falls. In fact, if his Maserati hadn’t broken down on his way back to Los Angeles from New York, Idaho Falls was the second last place on earth he would have expected to be.
But something strangely compelling had happened to him as he walked down the pretty tree-lined street not far from the Flamingo Motel where he had spent the night. As he passed the pretty white small town church, with its graceful steeple and glowing stained glass windows, he had heard the sweetest sound that had ever struck his ears… the loveliest soprano voice singing the Lord’s Prayer. It was exquisite, like the singing of angels.
And Denny, self-conscious in his faded Levis and denim jacket, walked softly up the steps of the church and slipped silently in the open doors. When he saw the girl at the altar, his mouth fell open. She was stunning in her beauty and innocence, and even under the high neck dress, he could see the unbelievably voluptuous body beneath it. He’d bet anything that she was a virgin. And that dress, that modest plain white dress, only accentuated her remarkable figure, and he couldn’t help wondering how she would look naked. In her pureness, she was almost too sexy to believe. Her breasts were firm and full, her narrow waist accenting softly flared hips and long tapering legs. He moved over to one side of the chapel so he could see her from the side.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.