THE VIRGIN' S BOY DIARY 1

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It's my story, my life, my belief. I have always been told that a little dance with Mary on a disco night would make her a mother of one or two crying babies. My indulgencies of me been a virgin doesn't lies on lack of opportunity... No!, It never did. I had countless ones but anytime I saddle up for the mission, my mother's word always still into my mind and actions. My pestle would just melt down. My mother was a milk dictator and still. Her disciplinary outline made me a soldier of longevity of the longer pants... I m the oldest virgin boy in town and down there lies the stitches of my story.

My mother's dedication towards my sister's affection was quite cynical. "Men, are evil", she was clearly point when trying to make a point about the animalistic beast part of men. "Be careful and never stay alone with them", she finally conclude knowing fully well that she do have these men as her husband,sons and neighbors. I have never considered those aspects to be true. Men were never one so why would they start now.

In our home, the Bible is the billboard of recognition. Most actions of the daily routine are craft from this holy book of sanctuary. Although my mother was never a good reader, she knew every strict doctrine on the Lord's temple kind of a thing principal by heart. My mother was the king. Her words breaks through harder than the Lord's covenant . Goes this way or that why,she would sprint her words down our throats every God blessed perfect day.