The warmth and softness of her lips, I felt her sensuality, placed through her kiss... The midnight conversations, the laughter, the fights. Little did we know, what would happen tonight. The rosary knocked itself to the floor, Now your father is knocking on the door... "Girls, are you ready for church?" Her hands placed in mine, under my skirt. "Not yet, we'll be fifteen minutes." He leaves. She comes. Now I've felt healing.