Holy week adventure

Last week was holy week but that did not stop us from doing what we love - and what we are now used to - doing. Holy shit!

What was worse than that was the fact that I am supposed to stop doing it since I have already confessed.

Worst, we did in it strange places and awkward circumstances because we couldn't have our place for ourselves.

But boy, was it fun! And exciting, and impressive, and unforgettable, and the fear of getting caught only furthers the thrill.

The first of the trilogy started last Good Friday. My mother went outside for the Via Crucis. It was just me, my sister, and my boyfriend who slept in our mezzanine, which has no division between me and my sister's room.

So naturally, we have to do the deed with careful movements so as not to distract my sister and wreak havoc.

My boyfriend ate meat that day. Yah, it was me.

On Black Saturday, me and boyfriend had crazy good sex underwater, in a beach filled with many people, including his friends watching us knowingly, what with me on a float, and my legs wrapped around my boyfriend's waist.

The closing act happened on Easter Sunday, when we had only 5 minutes to do the deed, take a bath and go to the market within 30 minutes or my mother would become suspicious. We did it.

I never realized how determination could make difficult things so much easier. Plus, right after that Black Saturday incident, my boyfriend got stung by a sea urchin. But he said, it was all worth it, and he was willing to be stung a hundred times over if it means we can do it again, each time battling with a sea urchin.