Lewis pursed his lips and read the banner out aloud."100 not out - now that's earth speak - long time since I heard that" You know what it means! I un...erstand it's ancient - some sort of good luck charm?" Procol's eyes widened in awe."Sure I know what it means, but if you want to know - it'll cost you - what should we say one Shuttle-Slammer" Lewis beamed."Fair trade, for one of your stories - coming up!"Lewis watched Procol prepare the cocktail, a kaleidoscope of colours flashed before him, as. The Spartans were secured in their seats and her eyes fell on the Spartan named Belen. He had threatened to kill her in an instant over that small female who claimed she was her sister and Sangria had no doubts he probably would have. He had the same look as the black Spartan everyone called Danny. He had the look of a seasoned killer who would just as soon break you in half as talk to you. A man who had killed, a man who would kill again, and a man who was exceptionally good at it. Of course,. All women are whores, a feminine voice whispered out of Father Augustine's soul. That's why they need you to guide them. You can reduce their sin to only one man. A holy man. A man who will guide them and mold them into weapons.“Amen,” Father Augustine whispered as he rose, a tremble running through his body.“Father?” Samantha asked, her lower lip trembling.“Let's continue this in church. I think it'll be more instructive inside there.”“Yes, Father,” she whispered, standing up and trailing. . his raven-black hair, dark skin and rugged features give him a bad-boy look. He likes working in the stables without a shirt, showing off his husky, muscular body drenched in sweat.I’ve hidden many times and watched his gorgeous body as he works. I’ve often wondered how it would feel to touch him, maybe even strip him naked.Sometimes I’m ashamed of myself for the wicked, erotic thoughts come to mind when I think of him.Once, out there in the barn, I think he may have seen me watching him as I.