Then, I realized only after a few more minutes that I wasn’t thinking of Nick anymore, but about the monk!and I didn’t stop. Instead i just finger...fucked myself more intensely and brought myself to not one but two orgasms. Chapter 2-Making the Monk Mine. Afer my terriblly sinful way of passing time on Ash Wednesday Morning I decide that I just had to be more holy. I would go pray with the monks at their evening prayers at 7pm. Of course, I knew I’d get to see Brother Maurus. And my goal was to. For all that she'd been my enemy, I'd helped rather than hurt somebody who needed help. So I'm a good person.Well maybe. I still get wet thinking about making out with her in the hall, grossing her out and then making it even worse. Of getting a woman who can't stand the site of two girls kissing to kiss me, and deeply. And I did actually do that, so how good am I?And speaking of kissing girls...Even without the Program, I think Botilda and I would have admitted our feelings for each other, but. Eventually Sandro could no longer play so Barricelli played for him, even up to the very end…”“I’m so sorry.”“Thank you.” Sabina gathered her thoughts for a few seconds then continued, “A few weeks before you arrived in Agrigento I was in Switzerland; at an oncology clinic in Lausanne. There I was diagnosed with the same tumour that Sandro had.” She paused and looked up at Claudia with tears in her eyes, “They gave me about six months to live.” She started crying and Claudia hugged her; holding. As if you’re something precious, as if he knows that he’s consuming you with his passion — as if he knows that you’re losing yourself in him. In the blue depths of his eyes, mixed with intensity and longing and — deeper — unrestrained wildness, barely concealed now, are flickers of hurt, of past sadness not quite forgotten. Closer to the surface now, usually in check — but there, more visible. Raw. His sudden vulnerability draws you in further: you know the same expression is echoed in your.