Saralynn knelt in the closet of the Airbnb and thought back to the conversation she had with Bonnie two days ago. Where in the basement of their church, inside the room they used to store extra tables and chairs, she had listened to Bonnie explain what the rest of the church group volunteered her to do and why they needed her to do it. Her hand had unconsciously fiddled with the silver cross around her neck while absorbin...

The second night in the closet, Saralynn felt even more anxious than the first. She knew she should feel less nervous this time around, having gone through it all once before, but her nakedness added a new element to everything. She instinctively went to her chest to find her silver cross, the one piece of clothing she still wore. She gave it a quick clasp and took a deep breath as the door opened. This time, Preston ente...

Overall, the day went extremely well. It felt good to talk to others about the church. They received a few interested parties and collected some names, numbers, and donations. Many men seemed especially eager to speak with the girls and the boys did a good job chatting with a few girls. Though Bonnie and Virginia seemed less keen on recruiting more women. But it was busy, and it distracted Saralynn and took her mind off w...