Living Next Door to Heaven 3 What Were They Thinking Chapter 27 Young Love
Neither Joe nor I was inexperienced with women. We were both raised Catholic, but I figured what the priest didn’t hear, God didn’t know. I kept confession to how many men I’d killed and when I got drunk. I was sure that made too much noise for God to miss compared to a whore whimpering out His name. Four years in the army, living with men and crawling through jungle swamps, left me with a distorted view of women and no opinion at all when it came to love. I didn’t have time. Unfortunately,...