My First Time
We all go through it (except perhaps Catholic Priests), that first time, we struggle, we fumble, we blush, and hope for a happy ending.I was anxious. My heart raced as I opened one of the double doors to enter. My eyes blinked and squinted, adjusting to the dim light, as my mind strained to remember the instructions given me over the phone. I looked to the left down the hallway, two red...