Marie was a beautiful girl and being alone with her was the opportunity of a lifetime. I was attending a three-day leadership conference with my pastor and his wife, Marie, and several other congregants. Halfway through the conference, he got a call that a member of the congregation had been in a car accident, and he had to leave to be with him and his family. He asked me if I would bring Marie home the following day after the conference. Of course I said I would. Marie was simply a beautiful girl with long black, wavy hair, blue eyes, and a look of vulnerability that made her even more attractive.
My name is Ted Ashton and I am twenty-six years old. I am assistant pastor at what some of our detractors have called the richest church in northern Virginia. We are that, of course, but I don't like to describe us that way. It was a choice job offer that I got right after I received my Doctor of Theology degree.