To say that I was confused would be an understatement. He was messing with my head at this point. I was around him for five minutes and he was putting his hand under my skirt. The way he touched me, kissed me and now he wanted to go to a church. It’s all just felt so surreal.

Sometimes I really didn't know what was going on in Craig’s head, and this was certainly one of those times. I felt like he had something up his sleeve, but I wasn't supposed to know about it.

Even though I couldn't understand what he was saying to an older man that it came in from the back, it didn't take much to figure out that this was in fact a church, and most likely the man he was talking to was a pastor. Or preacher. I'm not really sure what they call them here.

So, the question still stood, what in the world were we doing here? This was not at all how I had imagined our first night to be together. It was getting dark outside and instead of calling out his name in pleasure, I was standing in the church, feeling very awkward. With the thoughts running through my head, I was sure that I was going to burst into flames at any minute.

The two men talked for several moments and I could feel their eyes on me. I tried not to make much eye contact because I was still horny from the bar. I had a bit of a buzz and the last place I wanted to be was in a church. Whatever sort of ceremony this was going to be, I hoped that Craig was right in the fact that it was going to be quick. We had other things to do. And I wanted to get to doing them.

Craig took my hand and we moved up to the front of what look like a pulpit. There were crosses everywhere, pictures of Jesus with the crown of thorns, this was definitely a church. What in the world were we doing here?

The older man that Craig had been talking to a moment before was smiling at me, so naturally I had to return the gesture. Even though I was confused at what was happening, I still felt okay with it. I trusted Craig, or I wouldn’t have come all this way to see him. It was just going to take some getting used to, being with him. We had thought about it for so long. It was just going to take some time for me to get used to the fact that he was right here in front of me. His demanding ways certainly hadn’t changed though.

Craig grabbed my hand and held it as the older man talked. Now he wasn’t talking to Craig or myself. Instead he was speaking in a tone that suggested a sermon. Again, I really wished that I had studied better. It certainly would have been easier than how it was all going now. I had no idea what was going on and it was driving me crazy. All I could think about was us naked together.

This went on for several minutes and I had no idea what the man was saying. Craig hadn't even introduced me, something that I was going to ask him about later, but at the moment it felt like I was supposed to pay attention. It felt like this was important, and Craig said it was important to him, so I was just trying to go with it. I just wanted to make him happy if I was honest with myself, a quality that wasn’t necessarily good in this situation.

“Now just nod your head Jeanine. And say yes.”

I wasn't sure why I was doing it, besides the fact that he asked, and I was never able to tell him no. I really don't know what this was about but he asked and I couldn’t think of another reason not to.

When we first started talking about life, it had become clear that we were very different, our cultures were very different. But I had fallen for him anyways and I’d learned to hold my tongue unless it was necessary. Before I would argue about anything, but Craig was great, and I didn’t want to argue with him. I just wanted us to get along and I wanted that smooth sailing relationship that everyone was looking for. I was sure that I could have it with Craig.

When I did what he asked, he smiled and agreed as well. He said a few more words in Spanish and I really was kicking myself for not knowing what the hell anybody was saying. It's going to be a long two weeks if I couldn’t understand anyone around me. I don't know why I thought that more people would be able to speak English. I guess it was because Craig knew how, but he was a doctor after all and he’d studied in America. That probably helped it along a lot.

The older man smiled at us again and shook Craig’s hand. Then he, smacked the back of him and it looked like a congratulatory gesture. If I couldn't speak the language, I was going to have to play charades a bit.

“Do you feel any different?”

I thought that was a strange thing to ask and I didn't know what it meant.

“Why would I feel any different?”

Craig had the biggest grin on his face then he just shrugged like he was party to a secret that I wasn’t.

“I don't know. I just thought that you might.”

“I don't think so. Did that ceremony make you feel any better?”

“It sure did.”

“I think it would be different if I knew what was going on. What was that guy saying?”

“Like I said Jeanine, it is just part of my culture. I go to church here and that is my preacher. He thought it wise that we stop over before we went home. He of course knows about you. I can't leave you out of my spiritual guidance. So out of respect for my church, I wanted to bring you here so that you could meet him. Pastor Ruiz means a lot to me, like you do.”

It sounded so sweet, and there was no way that I could be mad about it. Why in the world would I be mad that he wanted to bring me to meet his preacher? It was even higher on the list then meeting someone's parents. This was the person that Craig put his spiritual wellbeing in his hands, so I knew that he must trust him. It told me that I should trust him as well, and trust that we were doing the right thing. Whatever it was that we were doing here. If it gave him peace for the pastor to give us his blessing, how could that be wrong?

“So now we go back to your place?”

“You really are relentless, aren’t you?”

“I can be at times I suppose. It has just been rather steamy on the phone with you the last couple of weeks and I don't want to wait anymore. I have done your ceremony for your culture, but it’s time for us to take care of some other promises that were made as well. I don't want to go another minute without being in your arms.”

“How can I argue with that?”

I told him that I didn't really know how, but I was really hoping that he would figure it out. My body had been buzzing for the last two days and I couldn't deal with it anymore. Craig had made some promises over the phone, and I intended to hold him to it.