But what of love?

Adultery is a tricky at best. Sinful, prideful, deceitful and wicked at worst.

It is defined as “voluntary sexual intercourse between a married person and a partner other than the lawful spouse.”

The first time I used the word was while studying my Cathechism in fourth grade. I was a good church-going girl then.

The sixth commandment: Thou shall not commit adultery.

What does this mean? We are to fear and love God so that in matters of sex our words and conduct are pure and honorable, and husband and wife love and respect each other.

In the Bible, Second Samuel, verse 11-4, King David committed adultery. He saw the beautiful Bathsheba from his window and decided he must have her. When she conceived a child, he sent Uriah, her husband to battle where he would be killed.

God was not pleased with David’s adultery. And to show his displeasure, he took the life of the son that Bathsheba bore.

Adultery is not an easy matter.

And what of love?

Definition: “A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.”

I chose that definition instead.

Innocence is easily forsaken when you believe in love.

I loved Adam, I never doubted that. But one day, I realized that I felt something more than friendship for Allen. A crush? A fancy? A schoolgirl longing? I was no schoolgirl and he wasn’t the school jock with the winning smile and athletic build. He was a grown man, I was a married woman and this was dangerous territory.