I would like to make God angry by loving women, but it just is not my way.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau Maria stepped into the water and turning over, floated on her back. The sea was so salty that she could do this effortlessly. She was drunk enough to tell the pretty assistant what she wanted to know. She grinned and said, “I was talking to God.”

“Oh?” The pretty assistant swam up to Maria and put her hand on her head, leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips. It was the softest, most tender kiss Maria had ever felt and she looked at the woman, then stood upright and put her palm to the assistant’s cheek.

“I am sorry, Bonita, but I am not that way.” She watched the woman’s heart break and gave her a smile. “I wish I were that way, but I am not. I would like to make God angry by loving women, but it just is not my way. I am sorry.”

The woman smiled and walked back onto the beach and dropped down upon the sand and stared up at the moonlit sky. Maria joined her. Maria's Trail