“My Mother said he was a hunter and a warrior and a follower of Gnari Shamanic traditions, back when they were young and still lived with their peop...e. When they came to live with the Humans, father traded the animals he killed and sold pelts and leathers, and made trinkets and decorations made from claw and horn and bone. “After my father died, Mother worked for a while as a dancer and performer, then did serving work in taverns and inns before Master Edwin found us and took us in. I hardly. Paul had never deliberately entertained sexual thoughts of the family's eighteen-year-old nanny, but she had begun to cloud his brain as completely as the steam that clouded the shower's glass door. It was through this panel that he had glimpsed her bouncy young form one morning, when the bathroom door's locking mechanism had apparently failed, a vision straight out of a shower gel commercial. As if the jaunty swing of her curvy little body around the house had not been enough... Yes, the sexy. As I was sitting on the toilet in the first stall I heard Sister Bernadette come in. I lifted my feet up off the floor so she couldn’t see them. I know that the bathroom door does not have a lock on it but I have seen some of the older girls put the big metal trashcan between the door and the first sink so they could smoke. It very effectively ‘locks’ the door from any intruders. Well I heard Sister Bernadette move that heavy thrash can into position.I ever so quietly stood up on the toilet. I. "Jesus!" he started back, away from her, smacking his head off the shelf over the bed."Sorry..." Shawna stifled a giggle, watching him dart about. "I had to come over and see you." He slumped against the wall."I'm sorry..." he managed, after a moment. "I... I didn't mean to force you..." I've been pushed harder than that, Marcus, and into worse things. You didn't force me." Blackmailed, then." Coercion? Whatever... I still had a choice — turn up or not. You've given me completely free choice.