She hoped that in her new job at the monastery she would be in the back and out of sight of such foolishness and she would be able to concentrate on h...r letter painting and her books. She tried not to think about the lip gloss and the eyelash shadow she had hidden in the bottom of her back-pack. She hoped she would not get in trouble with the monks for using the frivolous stuff but she like to look at her face in the mirror sometimes with her face painted up like a real society girl ready to go. Within moments I was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. I tried to scream but any sounds were muffled in the cloth, and screaming just made the fumes even stronger, or at least they itched my throat more. I started coughing. I tried to step on his toe, or to hook my elbow into his face, but his headlock kept both me and the white cloth in place. The world around me turned hazy. My head was throbbing. I felt drowsy and numb. There must be something like chloroform on the rag, just like they used. The bullet traveled on through Béla’s chest, shattered a rib and exited her back, shattering her right shoulder blade. It dug a hole several inches into the ground and stopped, only to be covered by blood chasing it into the hole from the carnage it had left behind. The vacuum it created during its passage through Béla’s slender body collapsed her right lung. Béla choked as her lung quickly filled with blood. She couldn’t breath and started to drown in her own body fluids. Also, she was still. I have to admit my disappointment that stirred in my unfulfilled belly as I unhappily turned the page of that calendar a second time, but as I counted off the days again, I couldn't believe what a wondrous and magical opportunity that was to be mine. What better time to give Michael this present I had intended for him than in the real season of 'brotherly Love?'Even if I knew my long neglected pussy would be hard to wait for so long, I had gone over four years denying myself any real.