”Spencer doesn’t move as he looks back to the entrance again. “Come on Spence,” Angela urges. “I’ve never seen anyone come here whenever I...��ve been here.”He sighs. “Alright, but I really dislike surprises.”“Don’t we all?” she remarks as she grabs his hand.They follow Jianyu into an even smaller room piled high with boxes. In the center sits a small wooden table with four wooden chairs and a tea set. The old man is already sitting at the table by the time Spencer and Angela enter the tiny. As we drove he asked me about my self and I told him all he wanted to know, I also told him that I'd like to see inside the Monastery, as Id driven past it many times before. He said if I had the time he would love to show me around, I smiled at him saying I'd enjoy that, as we arrived at the gates.John showed me where to park the car and we walked into the rather old derelict place. John lead me to his quarters on the way telling me the history of the place. We came to an area which he. The grunts and thumps are still coming from a helpless figure, locked inside the box, struggling beneath a blanket. The figure groans as the trailer bumps along. The sound isn't loud but it's enough to disturb the pony. He looks up, puzzled, not used to sharing his trailer, but soon returns to his hay.They turn on to the road down towards Le Val.Trudy Freeling pulls her golfing sun visor from her forehead and shakes her long, blonde hair loose. She tosses the pink visor onto the dashboard in. We kissed passionately for a minute; then she forced my arms away from her hips and pushed me back. She immediately walked over to the door and stood there… Breathing erratically. Her face was red with excitement, but I could feel that she had enjoyed my overtures. “You should learn to behave properly with married ladies.” She spoke after catching her breath. “Mansi can come anytime.”“I know how to treat a married woman.” I said lecherously. “Give me aChance and I’ll show you.” She stared at me.