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January 5, 2011
One day on Sunday during our trip to Guatemala and Belize, JH took me to a Mormon church for his prayers, and left me on the door step to wait for him. I was outside in the courtyard because I was not allowed in, not being a member of the church. I didnít mind the sunny courtyard but I was slightly annoyed. His religious concept of purity didnít seem to have prevented him from rubbing my bare back with aloe vera gel in a small, hot hotel room after it was completely burnt during a snorkeling session in