That was the encouragement I was seeking, so I raised a hand and cupped it gently against the side of her face as I kissed her again, slightly harder ...his time but with no less tenderness. Priscilla responded again, the tension in her body relaxing as she gave in a little more, so this time when I kissed her again I slipped in the tongue. Priscilla reared back a little and her tongue retreated from mine, not out of revulsion but more through surprise, I went with her, my hand still against her. Her shoulders and arms were bare and her skin was golden and shining. She was clutching a book in one hand and her phone in the other. A heavy bag was slung over her shoulder. She began to make her way up the aisle towards where I was sitting. My heart beat fast, and my cock twitched. I looked at her face as she searched for a place to sit. I looked at the two empty seats opposite me. Please God, I thought, let her sit there. I couldn’t be that lucky. Or... could I? She looked at the empty. But that didn’t stop my dad.On the 3rd day when he started dropping me, he noticed my friend’s mom and asked me who she was? I was pretty innocent and replied to his answer instead of saying no idea. Then he went near her and started introducing and speaking with her.After dropping me, he used to walk to her and start speaking. I smelt something fishy. From the time I knew her, she always used to wear sarees when she was dropping her son. But suddenly after she started interacting with dad she. There were also signs where Brother Anton had lost his footing and fell. When he reached the road and looked into the direction where the tracks continued, he saw a small snow covered mound lying on the side of the road. It was Brother Anton who must have collapsed from exhaustion and hypothermia. He had frozen to death, wearing only his habit and sandals.“Maybe he went outside to go fishing down at the stream. Over his bed hangs a fisherman’s prayer which may have sparked his desire to go.