He was always up first for matins, always last in the queue for food; regularly berated himself with whippings and even once stood for a whole day in ...inter in the mill pond to mortify his flesh. Slowly the monks realised that his holier than thou attitude was not an attitude. He really was the holiest man any of them knew. He helped feed the sickest, most pestilential beggar, he prayed for his enemies (including Arthur, Lord Winstock). He bore no grudges, forgave all, loved all. He had one. Which is why I know you cannot take them. You may try, but they will remain mine. The challenge I offer is not to only make my subject yours in body, as you have done with your women, but in their lives, their dreams, and their emotions. I do not believe you are capable of fulfilling those aspects at all. Yes you fill your women with lust and maybe dreams of you in their beds, but can you claim that any of your women actually believe you gave them purpose, something to accomplish, or. It was a Sunday, we were expecting some relatives of mine for lunch. Chris was cooking, I had got everything ready and gone up for a shower and change.Towelling myself in the bedroom I glanced across the street. There was our friend, sweeping her path and pavement. No she wasn’t in the nude but nothing much was hidden. She wore a flowing knee length loose fitting dress, light blue. Very much see through something like a voile net. Her breasts were very visible, no bra. Just pair of very brief. I mean I did know him, I was even the babysitter once lol... Even though he was only 18 months younger. We stopped, got some beers and headed off to familiar stomping grounds. We spent some time chatting about our current lives, he told me about the renovation project he was working on, a 3 story cabin on the river. I asked him if he would show it to me and he said sure. It was very odd, so many of the dirt roads leading down to the river where we had spent so much of our youth were all paved.