The priest wants to fuck me. A girl up there said someone died who didn’t do what they wanted. When I refused to get on their stupid altar, that lit...le-bastard-best-man’s-friend fucked Nikki’s arse!” shouted Lauren, her face red with rage.“Not before I’d got these marks from the priest whipping me. I tell you, you were hypnotized and ordered to do things! Don’t you remember drinking one man’s piss? demanded Nikki.“Or being passed around the congregation to be touched up, smacked and kicked?. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze artist joined us and, long story short, they went off together.”I’d opened a bottle of Merlot, and now filled glasses for Jazz, my wife, and me. We considered the girls to be a bit too young, although when there was just us, the girls were allowed a little wine with their dinners.“Anyway, it’s lovely to see you both,” I said, smiling. I wasn’t being false: Jazz and I had history – albeit about fifteen years previously when. .. I just lay in my cot not thinking. They put me in this room with big windows so the sun bathed my face. I could smell the sea through the open window. I guess I was in some kind of shock." When did you become aware that Almaz, Bravy and the Grozny were the only ones to make it?" the Archivist asked."Not for at least a week. I think they deliberately kept the news from me. Strange, I didn't even think to ask." Why?" I was focussed on my personal survival. Thinking back, the gloom was palpable. Would there be a new beau for her in Oregon? She knew not what to expect, only that men in the west outnumbered women greatly. She also knew that only time would tell. O.O Night Wolf smiled to himself as he watched the flame haired female come toward the waterfall above which he had camped for the night. It was she! His vision woman. The years that had passed had not diminished the glory of her beauty. He knew he shouldn’t watch her bathe, but to move from his spot would betray his presence.