“NO, that’s not a good idea.”
Mr Thomas says suddenly in a loud voice, startling everyone as all eyes turned to him and I went on saying a quick silent prayer.
God, if you use him as my saving Grace, I will never ever have premarital s*x again until my wedding night. I’ll keep my body holy for you until I meet the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh. Please Lord, your saving grace is all I need.
I cried from the depth of my soul, hoping he would listen and grant my request this one time. I don’t want to go for conversion therapy.
It would drive me crazy. I am crazy enough as it is.
“Yet. I don’t think that’s a good idea for now.”
Mr Thomas says in a low face as all attention fell on him.
“Elaborate.”
My father says speaking up for the first time since the meeting started.
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