Afterward, he again looked at me before continuing, “In actual fact, getting stump-fucked is a lot more comfortable than being fisted, because there...are no knuckles to contend with.” The afternoon was becoming more interesting and intriguing by the minute.“Do you enjoy stump fucking someone?” I asked, totally fascinated.“Sure, it’s totally awesome. There is a connection that happens which is difficult to describe. It as if two bodies become one,” Eddie explained.Looking at the thick wrist of. I didn't know what the structure of the drug business was in Aster or Tryon. It seemed to me that would be job one.To do that I needed an information sharing arrangement between the dope squad in Tryon, Aster and me. Then most likely I would need DEA to share information on Estavante. Since there was no arrangement in place, it appeared that I needed to setup one and do it on an emergency basis. Of course I had to have some excuse to get me inside the meeting.The words that sprang to mind were. The only thing they had given her in return was fucking-fucking and pain, combining the two so the young nun was unsure where one left off and the other began.Instead of countering Sister Dominic, Sister Mary Katherine instead remained quiet, thankful for at least some moments of rest before the men worked their savagery on them once again.There was movement outside, shuffling, sounds that reminded the young nun of horror movies. At times she could hear the whimpering groans from the other nuns. I thought “yeah, I’ll just bet they do.” I should tell you about Aaron. He is the middle brother, 2 years my senior, and very artistic, his works have been hung and published too many times to count, his mediums are pen and ink, and acid etchings. He’s about 5’10”, and until he got to middle age had long blond hair, which had turned to a nice shade of silver-gray at age 40, which he still wears in a ponytail hanging just past his shoulders. He has been married, has two.