Had I been familiar with that quotation attributed to Saint Augustus when addressing the Lord—"Give me chastity and continence, but not yet"—I'd have understood it. On these trips abroad, Guggi and I shared more than an interest in the scriptures. We were girl mad and had made ourselves available for French-kissing experimentations by the girlfriends of older boys. Nothing to complain about, but we needed to find our own girlfriends. In Criccieth my eyes fell on the very not mendacious Mandy, without doubt the most beautiful girl in all of Wales. It was if she'd been swept up on the beach, dark and gorgeous in a black bikini. I was thirteen, she was fourteen. I so wanted to be sixteen and have her never let me go. Which she did quite easily now I think of it.
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