The deacon was sure that half the town knew that his wide was cheating on him. It was even happening in his own bed and on a schedule. Twice each week... Tuesday and Friday, the lovers... although Ramsay was sure that love was not involved... would meet in his own house right after he went to work.The surprisingly neat and clean motel room was set up for Deacon Ramsay to enjoy the delights of the seventeen year old girl's ripe, young body and to add to the video record he was maintaining. He. Cost me a smoke bomb. The god’s know they are hard to come by.”She sat up. Sword in hand, I thought ready to press the issue, she simply said, “Split it.”I saw she was serious, an honest expression on her face. I staggered to my feet, reached out a hand and stated, “Deal,” as I pulled her to her feet.She looked me over, “Don’t look like a thief. More a priest or a scholar but fit enough.”I ignored the hint of disdain in her voice, “Fuck priests. Name’s Sardan.”“Strong name, Hephenic. Mine’s. His well-planned schemes of working his way from simple sex through to perverted, or at least enjoyably disgusting, with the women of the house had fallen by the wayside. He couldn’t remember who he had done, and what he had done to whom. It was a good problem to have. The walls were beginning to look like walls again, the river landings were shaping up and he was even thinking of digging out the harbour in time. The merchants weren’t cheating more than 5% over the odds, so even there he was. He’d squeeze Holly’s hand. She’d hug him, giving his forehead a kiss. Sam’s eyes remained closed, but Holly saw a small smile form on his face.“I’m right here,” she whispered, watching Sam nod his head.The next day was more of the same. It looked as though his eyes briefly opened then closing to shut out the bright lights.Holly fed him dinner, assisting him with moving the spoon to his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair again, seeing his eyes half closed. Sam tried to speak, but.