Dark hair. The face of an intellectual. And his voice! That voice so enraptured me. It fuelled my daydreams and echoed throughout my fantasies at nigh....”The boy smirked at this but Elisabeth did not notice. She was miles away now in a much nicer place as she continued with her story.~“He was transferred to our area from his previous parish to replace our aging confessor at the church and to serve as a sort of guidance counsellor to the girls of St. Agatha’s. He was also in charge of religious. Gates re-enact it for them. He mentioned that Mr. Gates sent me home yesterday evening with an open invitation to entertain me again.I felt my heart stop when he said that.There was a brief pause in the conversation when the waitress returned with breakfast for me and Donk. The others are just having coffee.As soon as she left they talked about using Jimmie for a urinal. Jimmie didn't say anything. But I saw tears of shame welling up in his eyes. Tony wanted more details. He seems pretty. Charley told interesting stories of his Navy life, and I spoke of my recent photo assignments. Ruth looked en- chanting over the candlelight, and after dinner broke out a bottle of expensive tequila. After more good conversation and some buzz-inducing drinks, Charley said ‘I’ve got some great pot…you wanna?’ Ruth answered ‘Gosh yes, but let’s go out by the pool.’ The pool area was as sumptuous as the rest of the estate and Ruth invited us to change into swimsuite in the cabana so we could smoke. I enjoyed my stay with my new hosts, but in truth there was very little of interest to do at their villa and their library was sadly deficient of even the staples of literature with nary a decent scroll to be found. For my daily amusement, I took to making long drives and walks in the countryside. There were many hills and mountains in the area with small fishing villages nestled between them, often with just a rocky path leading up a step cliff leading away from the town, otherwise surrounded.