Like a tattoo, half hidden under the hair on his chest. It looked like a word, but he couldn’t make it out. He got out of the shower and stood in f...ont of the mirror to get a better look. In small print, written so that it was correct in the mirror, was the word “arcanus”. He’d uttered the word out loud that first time reading it. Wondering what it meant. How it got there. Eventually remembering the old ladies hand on his chest and the strange feeling. He would go on to learn the meaning. His wife face looking at his intently while she had something in her hand.Her grabbing his face and laughing in it. A necklace with a key around hiswife's neck. The name Sheila said over and over. Him saying no quit it,being told to smile. Clint, a friend of theirs in their bedroom naked?That last thought really disturbed Adam. It gave him a very uneasy feelinglike something extremely wrong happened last night. He finally got up toget out of the bed. He stood up and felt his calves flexed. He. “Sorry Mrs R, but you’re right there.” She turns around holding the bucket of leaves and the brush, and slowly climbs back down the ladder two rungs, her pussy is now four inches from my eyes. “Have a closer look then, and take this over there to the burner?” She sat on the rung of the ladder and spread her legs open, the pubic hair had grown since I last saw, she’s getting turned on by my gaze, as the scent has changed to almonds and aroused pussy. “Enough looking, Burner please?” Again I. The quiet small market town had a strange feeling to it this morning, like the air itself was vibrating with anticipation. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern.