“That is so cool.”“Oh, for shit’s sake! Don’t tell me you’re one of those Tolkien Lord Of The Rings freaks.”“Well, I wouldn't call me ... freak. I mean, I loved the movies and I’ve read the books a few times and…”Tiffany interrupted me to shout, “I don’t give a damn!”Making a conscious effort to calm down, Tiffany continued in a calmer voice. “Look, depending on how far away that coven is we’ve got minutes or at most a few hours before they show up here. If you were trained and knew what the fuck. Anita made up her mind. She would tell Lorraine to get dressed and ask her to leave.She entered the bedroom and was stopped in her tracks by what she saw. Lorraine had arched her back and dropped her head down. Her hand was moving across her genitals, firmly and rhythmically. She was masturbating. Lorraine was masturbating on her bed.“Lorraine!“ cried Anita, “what do you think you are doing?” “What, me?” she replied “Oh, I’m just getting my juices going – it helps make the whole thing more. The door opened and a short,fat Monk wearing a long black habit glared at him."Yes,boy,what do you want?" the Monk asked."My name is Oliver Brown and I have an appointment with the Abbot," Oliver answered.Suddenly the Monk smiled and looked at Oliver from head to toe."Ah,yes,you are expected,boy,come in,you must not keep the Abbot waiting he is very busy these days," the Monk said ,standing aside to let Oliver walk past him and into the large entrance hall."Usually those who wish to confess are. I’ll never know for sure it if was pure accident or an “accidentally on purpose” as I never asked. Hell, I was flattered to get the attention, accident or not. About a month after my friend settled in, I came over to visit, have dinner, and catch up on old times. My friend became friends with her neighbor, who shared with us the loss of his wife, and how he was working to raise their sons the best he could. Dawson and Elliot were there, but Bobby was now attending college and wouldn’t be home.