I glance over and catch Renee blushing. “Yes, definitely,” she murmurs. “We just have to be discreet of course.”
“Of course, baby,” I growl, putting one big hand on her thigh. “I wouldn’t dream otherwise.”
Once we reach Veniero’s, we’re settled at a table immediately. It’s one of my favorites, just a homestyle Italian restaurant on the outskirts of Vegas, with good food and a cozy, Old World ambience.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the hostess chirps. I shoot a look at my date.
“How about a bottle of wine for the table?” I suggest. “Something red. Your best vintage.”
“Yes, sir,” the hostess nods. “Coming right up.” Then she scurries off, and my beautiful girl turns to me with a smile.
“Wine? How scandalous!” she breathes.
I merely shrug.
“Hey, alcohol isn’t off-limits at Sanctuary. Pastor Robert preaches moderation, not total abstinence. Besides, I thought it would be a nice addition to our meal. But I can order something different if you want?”
The beautiful brunette shakes her head, brown curls bobbing.
“Oh no, wine is perfect. I’m looking forward to it. But what would you recommend for dinner?” she asks while perusing the menu.
“I usually go for a pasta dish. They have a really great seafood carbonara that hits the spot.”
Renee scrunches up her face. “Mmm, I don’t really eat seafood. That’s part of the reason why the desert suits me.”
I chuckle.
“Oh, right. Well, their chicken parm is the best in Vegas, if I say so myself.”
Renee smiles.
“Oooh, I do love a yummy chicken parm. It’s settled then. That’s what I’ll get.”
Our waitress brings the wine and takes our order, and after our first sips, Renee puts her glass down as her brown eyes sparkle at me.
“What is it, baby girl? I know you have something on your mind.”
She giggles.
“Well, I’ve been meaning to ask: did I pass the Mormon Dildo Challenge last week?”
I chuckle low in my throat. “Yes, of course. You did an excellent job. You get an A for your efforts.”
She giggles. “Oh goody, I’m glad. But what’s the history of that challenge, anyways? I’ve never heard of it before.”
I take a sip of my wine and answer in a slow tone. “Well, allegedly, the Mormons came up with it, but that could be a myth because no one really knows the origins of the challenge. Honestly, it could have been invented by the Aztecs for all we know.”
Renee shoots me a puzzled look.
“Really? Would the Aztecs be into that?”
I shake my head.
“No, I’m just pulling an example out of thin air, honey. But all I’m saying is that no one really knows if it really started with the Church of Latter-Day Saints. That’s a rumor more than anything else.”
She nods slowly.
“I see. But somehow Sanctuary Church picked it up and uses it to discipline girls?”