It's not nice seeing your c***dren upset.”“What do you mean he doesn't know you are here?” Mark said. “What do you want, Lesley?”Lesley was ...ow looking a bit worried. “God,” she said. “I want you to stop harassing him. He's too sensitive for this sort of thing, Mark. I've spent my entire life defending him and sorting these things out for him.”Mark now realized he had the upper-hand, this woman was trying to reason with him. He could use this to his advantage. He also realized the irony of his. Let me describe her, she was a nice tall girl, very fair, a nice neck and collar always exposed with hair till the back, a great figure always exposed through her tight clothing. Her curvy waist was perfectly shaped and could grab anyone’s attention.She was not much popular amongst everyone as she was a bit studious and avoided hanging out with her classmates, but she was active in our eco club where we had weekly meetings. I met her at the club and found out that she too was interested in. She made as if to rise but he settled his hands on her shoulders and told her to continue with her prayers; then, oddly, he leaned close and whispered for her to trust him. Not quite sure what to make of it, Sister Mary Elizabeth nodded and bowed her head once again but was conscious of Father Matthews presence and his proximity to her. When he reached down and ran his hand under her veil and unfastened the back of her collar she closed her eyes tightly and whispered an Our Father. Hearing her. The familiar blue light of the railways signage beckoned to her through the veil of falling water. She flung her overnight bag back over her shoulder and continued down past the Railway Hotel towards the station. She had a quick look into the pub and saw three workers in their matching work jackets having a beer at a table. In the background the barman was on the phone. 'Sitting down to a nice cold beer would be nice,' she thought to herself. She couldn't say the same about the 'All you can.