I had been dating Sarah for almost a year after meeting her at a church retreat. At that time, Sarah was still a senior in college, and I was a couple of years older with a place of my own and a full-time job. She was a petite, shy little thing with shoulder-length blonde hair and small but perky breasts. She had a sheltered upbringing, coming from a close-knit family who were as wholesome as an eighties sitcom. Her big s...