First hunt isn't it? Your father cannot hunt because of a wound sustained saving my father's life?" Yes, Master." Well you have my permission to take ...he trophy tag. I am pleased that you have been taught the finer points of hunting so thoroughly."Ramzy El-Najjar had no idea what the Emir meant until the older man started to lecture the assembled group."This young man is a credit to his illustrious father. It is his first hunt and he manages to kill the quarry, probably by accident if I know. Mother blushed, Beryl blushed and Carruthers merely smirked.“What say you girl?” Mother asked the Nun. “Are you really a Nun?”“Oh, that’s the spot, press harder,” the Nun replied, “Oh sorry, yes I am a Nun and someone claiming to be your son ravished me at the Convent.”“Carruthers, I told you to desist.” Mother insisted. “Come and see me if you need relief.”“But Madam the Orphanage will be full of half wits if his Lordship takes up the duty,” Carruthers insisted, “I own it is no inconvenience. The next weekend I arrived in the stable yard just as Esme was coming out of one of the stables. I caught her eye and smiled and said “Good morning”. Her expression flickered from the frown to a smile and she replied “Good morning” before rushing off self-consciously with her wheelbarrow. I sensed from the smile that her face was not always so grim. At tea break she was again in the corner, but as conversation flowed she was less engrossed in her magazines and was quietly watching me as I. One day, they'd be members of the priesthood, and they didn't have to wait for manhood and the priesthood being bestowed on them. They loved the church and all its odd customs. They had all scored pussy off the preggos. All they had to do was get one preggo alone and hold her down. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it and few resisted. Working as a team, they had nailed all but three of Sister Kay's girls and all but one of Sister Gail's--Darlene. The only person not getting any was.