She was kneeling at the altar. He was kneeling behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, which made her shiver with delight. He took his hand and pushed her hair to one side of her neck and slowly lowered his lips to the back of her neck. With both hands, he eased her robe down over her shoulders, moving his hands down her arms as he did so. As he reached her bare waist he slid his hands under the folds of the fabric. His fingers delicately caressed her soft thighs and slowly, teasingly made their way up to her- “Thank you” she said as she hurried past him to the stairs.