Elder Foster: Past Curfew

Elder Foster couldn’t sleep. He’d been having trouble the past few nights, staying up until the early hours, unable to quiet his mind. He knew what it was: he missed his mission. When he was a missionary, he had more fun and excitement than he ever imagined possible. And not only did he feel completely at home with his fellow missionaries, he loved the attention he got from his priesthood leaders. As he stayed up, he recalled another night he had trouble sleeping and the way he managed to settle himself–or rather, how President Olsen managed to put him at ease… It was a missionary retreat, not uncommon for his area. The priesthood loved spending time getting to bond with the young boys under their care, seeing how they interact with each other, but also being close enough to have their own private time with them as well. President Olsen, in particular, loved attending these weekends. He’d always keep his eye out for potential new recruits, but knew that part of his authority meant that he could summon any of the young inductees or initiates of the Order into his room at any time. This one night in particular, Elder Foster had trouble sleeping, not feeling ready yet to take off his clothes and settle into bed. Instead, he decided to walk around the big estate they were staying at, curious to see what it had hidden inside...