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AN pt 1:

Hello friends!

This is my attempt at keeping my lemon juices flowing so if stories without a ton of plot, but a ton of sex are not your cup of tea then this is not for you. I will be treating this as a witfit of sorts to keep me writing each day. It will not be beta'd so you will see all my mistakes, everything, the good bad & ugly of my writing. I beg your forgiveness in advance for my poor writing skills. With that warning in place… On with the show…

Sin

As a pastor's wife in a small town life was limited for me. I was limited in my dress and how I was able to present myself in public. I was restricted in my speech and what activities I could participate in. I was no longer able to wander the city freely doing as I pleased or drink wine well into the morning. Long gone were the days of fucking my husband after a long night of drinking and then sleeping to noon. Those days were over as soon as Carlisle accepted the position as a head pastor at the Prince of Peace Lutheran church.

The moment he said yes to their job offer our lives changed and not strictly for the better. He had been a pastor in a church close to campus in Seattle that handled college ministries in Seattle. The job was good and allowed us to connect with young, insightful people who dreamed of making a difference in our community. Here in our new home of Forks the congregation was different. It was an older crowd who were strict in their wants from the church. They wanted the strict old fashioned service. They wanted Carlisle to be the stern pastor that their former pastor had been. They wanted me to be a matronly pastor's wife who was as bland and sexless as cream of wheat. I hated it. I hated this place and what I hated even more was the fact that Carlisle bought into their crazed idea of who I should be. I was only thirty and in my opinion too young to be so bland.

"B, it's only a little change," he would say to me in a reassuring tone as he forced me to tone down my outfits. Soon I found myself dressed in beiges and whites. I was as plain and tasteless as the congregation wanted me to be and while it made Carlisle happy that they were pleased with me. I was miserable.

The misery was numbing as I found myself leading the women's group at church and heading up bible studies just like a good wife would. The activities kept me busy and numbed my soul against the rage I felt for having my life turned upside down.

It was in this haze of deadened existence that Carlisle informed me that he would be gone for the summer. He was taking a group of people from the church on a mission trip to Ozarks to assist people. This was Carlisle's calling in life, to help those in need. I hated that he could not see that I was in need as well.

I watched him leave and with a teary eyed smile just like a good wife would and then returned to our now empty home to breathe in the freedom that came with his absence. I found I could leave the house messy without him here demanding perfection. I discovered that dinners could be bowls of cereal instead of the meat and potatoes that Carlisle insisted on. It was liberating.

I was enjoying my freefall from the restraints that Carlisle had placed on me when my world was shattered once more all with one phone call.

"Bella, how are you?" My sister Irina asked as I answered the phone with more exuberance that a phone call on a Monday morning deserved.

"I am wonderful," I replied with a smile as I nearly laughed at the fact that I was truly wonderful.

"Good. I called to remind you that Elizabeth will be at your house with Edward by three," she said in a business like tone as I stuttered in disagreement.

"No," I said as I tried to stop her mid conversation.

"B, you and Carlisle agreed to help Liz's son out until he moved to Seattle at the end of July beginning of August. You agreed to this weeks ago and they are counting on you so you can't back out now," she said in a firm voice as vaguely remembered to housing the boy weeks ago.

"Damn it," I hissed under my breath as Irina laughed at me. The last thing I wanted to do over my summer of so called freedom was to entertain some child.

"It won't be that bad," she said with a laugh as I tried to think back to Edward. The last time I had seen him he was a knocked kneed adolescent that had the grace of a puppy for all his lack of ability to control his lanky frame.

"Why is he staying in Forks?" I asked with a grumble as I rolled my eyes, watching my freedom evaporate before me.

"Because he won't get his apartment in Seattle until the end of summer and he wanted to get acclimated to the area before then," Irina said with a pleased laugh. She knew she had fucked me over with this, but obviously didn't care.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll be here," I mumbled before hanging up on my sister while she laughed at my irritation.

AN pt 2

Thanks for reading! I do pray it was not all that bad considering it was not beta'd. I hope to update every day.. I actually might update this later with when Bella meets Edward…

Until next time…

Take care,

Mamasutra

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