He laid on the grass, his right arm over his forehead; covering his face so his eyes wouldn't be blinded by the sun's burning rays. The cool breeze tickled his skin, making him smile in delight as he breathed in the wonderous smell of the fresh air.

       As he laid there, in the warm, summer breeze, he smelled the scent of roses. They were sweet; and the thought of Amanda came to mind. Before he could pick up such a flower, he saw a beautiful silhouette stand before him. Her golden-brown locks flowed carelessly through the wind; a genuine smile fell upon her lips.

      "Do you want to kiss me?" she asked as she laid herself on top of him, her eyes giving him a loving gaze. He nodded, bringing his hand to the back of her head; feeling her soft, brown hair. He then brought her lips onto his own; the sweet taste of her mouth was like paradise; she tasted of cherries and blossoms. And he tasted of honey.

     "Alfred!" a monstrous voice rang viciously through his ears; causing the two of them to stop dead in their tracks. Alfred looked up, but only to see his mother and a group of her Amish friends coming toward them with pitchforks and flames.

   "Mother, I----"

    "You're in such act of witchery?!" his father exclaimed, "You knew not to touch that Devil child, and there you go --- feeding off of her poisonous lips and feeling her fire-like snake pit of hair. You, are in the act of not only witchery, but of also letchery as well!"

      Before he could respond, the once beautiful paradise became a hell bound sanctuary; clouded with flames and smoke, laughter of evil clinging to the scene. Alfred tried to grasp his lover's hand, but she was gone within the light.

         "Alfred, are you slothing?" his father's voice awoke him abruptly, causing his heart to startle in such an act.

He sat up, his eyes widening in surprise. "No father, I'm not. What makes you say that?"

"You're in your cot still, haven't you already sinned enough?" his father sighed. "Just yesterday you were speaking to that daughter of Satan and now you're slothing?"

"Father, I'm not!" Before he could sit up from his bed to protest, Alfred's father smacked him in the face; making the young man flinch as well feel its sting.

"Don't you ever retort in disobedience again," he stated sternly. "if you do such a thing as yelling back to I or your mother, you will be sent to the attic; where you won't eat and you will think about what you've done!"

The young man nodded, his eyes falling to the floor. He heard his father exit the room in a huff. Alfred sat there, tracing his left cheek as he flinched at the sting where he'd been struck.

Haven't you already sinned enough?

Before he could predict the return of his father, Alfred got up and quickly fixed his cot; straightening the blankets and fluffed the pillow ------ a typical job for a good boy.

...........

For the rest of the day, Alfred continued his chores. He was now out in the pasture, picking dandelions from the field. All he could think about was his dream with Amanda. The way she was dressed, her hazel-green orbs, her lips. It was enough to make him block out everything.

"Hey you!" a cheery voice chirped from behind. Alfred turned around, smirking once he realized that it was the girl he was thinking about.

"Hello," he spoke in almost a whisper. "did you read my letter?"

"Yeah," she looked down, mimicking her companion's actions. "why do you live like this?"

"It's the only community I know." his eyes wandered to her chest, an excitement lingering from his body. Her cleavage was exposed, and all he could do was bite his lip temptatively.

Touch them, kiss her neck; satisfy her needs.

Alfred quickly shook the utter thought away, returning back to playing with the flowers.

"Alfred?" Amanda called; facing him.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever been kissed?" Alfred gulped, growing nervous all of a sudden. He turned to her, looking into her green orbs.

"No."

Amanda smiled, stating only, "Meet me tonight at the barn, okay?"

"Okay." with that, the young woman left; the smile never leaving her lips.

................

    It was late. It must've been around midnight or possibly eleven 'o clock by the time Alfred had the courage to sneak out his window to meet Amanda. He made sure both parents were asleep, and made sure he kept his door locked in case they awoke to check in on him.

The night contained a beautiful dark blue above the night sky, a cool breeze running through Alfred's skin. Once he reached the designated area, his excitement grew.

Before him was a silhouette; her hair blowing lightly against the breeze. She appeared out of the darkness, giving Alfred a smile as a quiet greeting.

"Hello, Alfred," she whispered. "I'm sure you're curious as to why I called you here tonight."

"I am," Alfred managed to say. "why did you want me here, in the middle of the night?"

"Well, even though we've only exchanged some letters and saw each other everyday, I wanted to thank you for being sweet to me and my family." she blushed. "If it wasn't for you we'd problably be living in the car."

"You're welcome," Alfred nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"And I also had been meaning to do this," she came closer, her left hand grasping the back of his neck; bringing him closer as she laid her lips onto his; a spark growing in between the two once they parted.

Though he'd never been kissed, Alfred kissed back ----- he was a bit hesitant, but managed to bring his left hand to her waist as Amanda deepened the kiss with her tongue. Alfred felt embarrassed, for he didn't know how to kiss properly, thus making Amanda show him how.

Their tongues battled, exploring both their mouths as they continued to kiss. For Alfred, it was paradise, but it was better than his dream. He closed his eyes; enjoying her taste, her scent, her.

Suddenly, he felt Amanda's hand wander to his shirt button. He pulled back, staring at the young girl before him. 

"What are you doing?" he questioned shakingly.

"I'm sorry, I guess it got a little heated." she looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"Were you trying to seduce me?" he was scared, he was frightened enough that he wanted to run back home.

"I was," she smiled. "you've never been touched by another woman, have you?"

"No." he stared down at his shoes, his face heating up. "I have to leave," he spoke in barely a whisper. "I, I can't do this ----- you know I'll get in trouble."

"Alfred, why do you live in such regulation?" the girl asked. "You're old enough to leave, to have a life of your own. Don't you-----"

"Yes I do!" he exclaimed for only her to hear. "I can't leave this village; otherwise I'd be shunned from this community. You don't understand the consequences of this country, you don't understand me." he turned on his heel to leave, when Amanda grasped his hand and pulled him towards her; both bodies were pressed to each other. They were so close to each other, it made Alfred have a slight panic attack; and Amanda noticed it, too.

She stroked his pale face, her touch bringing the twenty-two year old into a calm state as he gazed into her eyes that were reflected by the moon. And suddenly, he wasn't scared anymore.

"You don't have to be afraid," she cooed. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

"But what about your sinful wa----" he was cut off by her lips crashing onto hers.

"You don't have to be afraid." Alfred didn't respond anymore, because he was weak under her spell.

  If only he knew what consequences were to come the next morning at daybreak.

- A u t h o r ' s           N o t e ,

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