1. The most non-conformist girl in our dormitory
2. Confidences, confessions, and advice
3. An intimate little gathering
4. Girl talk and a run-in with Standards
5. I just don't belong here

• (character chart)

1. Young Women's
2. Youth Conference
3. Saturday's Warrior
4. Brigham Young University
• Gratuitous Love Scene
5. Polygamist
6. Temple Wedding
7. Orem High
8. Bordeaux Mission
9. Exmo Conference

"Now remember that we knew in advance that all of his roommates would be gone all weekend when he invited me over, and we all know what that means. So I wasn't the least bit surprised when he started making the moves on me as soon as we were seated in the couch. And I don't have to tell you that it wasn't long before things were pretty hot and heavy, and he was down to his g's."

"To his what?" I asked.

Amy laughed. "You don't know much, do you Lynn? His Jesus jammies! He's a returned-missionary you know!"

"Oh, you mean his temple garments," I said.

"Exactly," said Cindy. "It's too bad that people have to wear those -- they're really not attractive." It was hard to imagine Cindy someday trading in her pretty bra-and-panties ensembles for standard-issue garments, even for the eternal rewards of a temple marriage.

"And usually they remind you of religion exactly when you least want to be thinking about religion," added Amy.

I was thinking that that latter point might be exactly why Heavenly Father might want those who had gone through the temple to wear them, but I kept that thought to myself.

Cindy continued her story. "Naturally at that point I figured it was time to get out the condom Amy had given me. All I did was set it on the coffee table, but that was all it took. It completely freaked him out. He sat up and moved to the edge of the couch with his back to me and his face in his hands. I didn't know what to do. Then he said 'You mean you thought I was planning to... You came here with the idea that we were going to...' Both his sentences just kind of drifted off like that as if he couldn't bear to say it. I said, 'Well, yeah. I mean, that looked like the direction you were going, right?' And then he said 'You know a lot of girls fight back. A lot of nice girls say no.'

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"And then he was quiet for a really long time. And then without looking at me he said 'This is wrong. The spirit is telling me that you shouldn't be here. I think you need to go, now.' So I started putting my clothes back on. What else could I do? And as I was leaving, he pointed to the condom and said 'and take that with you.'

"And that was it. No goodbye. He certainly didn't walk me home. I walked myself to Aunt Julie's house in the dark." Cindy seemed to be on the verge of tears behind her cucumber slices.

"Wow, what a jerk!" I said. "Sure I understand if he's concerned about not committing a grave sin. But he started it. I don't see how he can get angry with you for just going along with it."

Of course Hyrum's real fault was inviting her there in the first place. But still it was kind of disturbing to hear that when it came right down to it the Holy Spirit had essentially told Hyrum to hurt Cindy. The more I thought about the situation the more it confused me, to the point where I almost started feeling sorry for Hyrum -- like he was maybe as bad off as my no-sex-drive dorm-mates or worse -- so I tried to put it out of my mind.

"Well, you know, men are rats," said Amy laughing a bit, "men are fleas on rats -- men are amoebas on fleas on rats!" That was something Amy liked to say for fun. It was probably a quote from a move or something, but I wasn't sure which one. "Anyway," she said, "That's what spa Amy is for."

"And I know you'll find someone better in no time," I said.

Even with her eyes covered, Cindy seemed to catch on that my tone was a tiny bit glum thinking of my own prospects.

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