He has the evidence at his fingertips. My eyes return to the two women as he caresses me with expert fingers. ‘Anouk, have you met Nashi?’ he sur...rises me with this question. I immediately sense the presence of another person. I turn around to see a tall, beautiful man in a novice priest’s robe. ‘Nashi is from Libya,’ he continues, ‘and was initiated at our temple last week.’ ‘Nashi, part your robe and show Anouk your big, black phallus,’ he orders the dark man. As Nashi’s large, beautifully. Footsteps walked towards the door, I heard it open, and she walked out. Well, this was all fine and dandy, but I couldn't just sit here in this bag forever. I had to find a way to get the hell out of this place. Taking a big risk, I unzipped the bag, pushed the clothes off, and slowly opened the closet door. I was trying to be careful not to make any noise because I knew she would probably be in a room near by. I stepped out of the bag and out of the closet, back into the clear again. It was. That night the air was cool and the sky clear. People stayed up late to watch a meteor shower. Some Livonites said they were angels coming to earth to protect the chosen. That showed an unexpected romance in their strange beliefs. The O’Haras had taken in Sara, a Livonite girl caught in flagrante with a boy. Her family had cast her out rather than take the risk of the moral infection catching the rest of them. The girl would have died and the O’Haras, who had little enough, took her in and fed. I would elegantly mince around herapartment in the highest of heels untill it became second nature. Inthe end, when my calve muscles had adjusted to them it actually becamea chore 'not' to wear them. Aunty had by now completely taken over mylife but for someome like me, who had already been attracted to thedelights on offer, the rewards were just too big and there was no wayI could possibly fight the temptation, even if I had wanted to. Andalthough her tone of voice always sounded almost sugary.