With the early morning’s light, a small group of farmers and sheep herders from the higher regions came into their camp and asked for water and some...bread. Since they had plenty of both, they shared it with a blessing on all present within hearing distance. The friar was on his clerical high horse quoting psalm and verse, sometimes even accurately, and dispensing indulgences for a single small coin more out of habit than in a concerted effort to scrape money from the travelers.His little wooden. Let me explain."Zena and I went up to find Bruce just getting in. He said, "Please go get me coffee and I'll have your directives pulled by the time you get back."I went for coffee, meeting Andrea. She was smiling today and said her mistress was very happy with her lately. Since she had brought me home, her mistress had been unusually happy, and that made her happy. We carried the coffee back to Bruce's office to find Zena and I both had some pretty good lists.My work was to be found down in. I feel humiliated to behanging here naked in front of my work colleague, and yet, somehow confessing my fantasy to him is creating an intimacy I never expected. My god, is this Stockholm Syndrome? ?So five minutes has turned into two days? How does it feel??If not for the pain, I would have laughed. ?It hurts like hell.??On a scale of one to ten?? I hesitate. Despite everything, I hesitate. The pain is awful, all-consuming, raging, constant. And yet, I have borne it now for two days without. "Thhhhhiiiirrrrsssttttyyy." She said slowly, enunciating each syllable. Her mother picked up a squeeze bottle with a flexible straw from the night stand. Bending the straw and placing it in Gina's mouth, she held it the teenager sipped the water and the pain in her throat subsided a little."They had to pump your stomach, Gina. The doctor said you'd have a sore throat for a day or so but you'd be all right." Then suddenly switching from joy to anger, as only a mother can do, she snapped. "Don't.