Free Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology by Les Joseph, Kit Neuhaus, Evelyn R. Baldwin, L.J. Anderson, K.I. Lynn Page A

more pressing claim, or loss. ’ We often see sacrifice as tangible only by those who acknowledge and embrace, to the fullest, selflessness, nobility, and divinity. For example, Christ carrying the cross, enduring and absorbing so much pain to save us, and while costly, it was done with extraordinary… sacrifice. But to say that all sacrifice must be born of suffering is a disservice to all of God’s creatures; for we could—and should—live every day with the smallest amount sacrifice. A quarter in the offering basket, clothing donations to the local shelter, making room for one more on a crowded bus... these are all sacrificial acts. While they are not grand in gesture, they are enough to alter someone’s life.
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    “I stand before you today, about to make a sacrifice. While I will not be carrying a cross, or leaving a quarter in the offering basket, I will be sacrificing you, my family. It is with a heavy heart that I stand before you today, as it is my last day as a man of God.”
     
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    Sicut erat in principio,
    nunc et semper,
    mundo sine consummationem, Amen. ɸ
     
    John 13:34-35
     
    (34)A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. (35) By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”

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    L.J. Anderson
    Copyright © 2013 L.J. Anderson
    Edited by Lynda Martin
    Cover Art © Mayhem Cover Creations
    All rights reserved,
    Special thanks to Robin and Lynda
     

     
    His notes consumed me, invaded every waking thought with the unsettling feeling of being watched by someone--someone so observant that all my hidden desires were laid bare, leaving me naked and vulnerable to my mysterious stranger’s watchful eyes.
    I was unnerved, at a disadvantage, out of control.
    And I had no one to turn to.

January
     
    I found it on my desk—a crisply folded sheet of college rule paper, loose leaf, handwriting neat with an exaggerated tilt. The black ink was a little smudged, looking as if it had been written in a rush. It seemed innocuous enough, but the churning ache that erupted in my gut as my eyes scanned the letter’s contents proved otherwise.
    I looked anxiously around the deserted classroom, hoping for an explanation, and wondering if anyone was watching and waiting to see my face contorted in an expression of fear. My heart beat faster as I silently prayed for this to be a practical joke. Glancing back at the paper in my hand, I wished the words would be different from the last time I read them. But they weren’t.
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    I’ve seen the way your eyes linger over certain men, guys mostly, like me. You think no one notices or no one sees you adjusting your hard cock in those tweed trousers.
    But I’ve noticed.
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    The words on the note called to me, beckoning me to read them again, to dissect each syllable. I studied the curve of each letter, mentally comparing the penmanship to every handwritten paper I’d ever graded, but it was a useless effort. Unfortunately my memory wasn’t that good.
    This was serious. Someone had been watching me long enough and carefully enough to notice a pattern, and they’d been astute enough to interpret my behavior and identify it for what it was.
    The knowledge was only slightly less terrifying than it was exhilarating.
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    February
     
    I saw you today by the dining hall. You were leaning against the vending machine watching the soccer team warm up, your hand wrapped tightly around a can of soda. Even as you sipped, your eyes never left those dirty, sweat-covered bodies as they ran around, pushing each other and wrestling around in the mud.
    You seemed especially anxious today.
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    That was the second note I’d received today. After the first one, I stalked down to the courtyard with heavy, trudging footsteps and a crease between my brows. I needed a smoke to blow off a little steam. All that pent-up rage evaporated the moment my eyes settled, landing on