“Will you be ordained a deacon soon?” Susana asked.I was reasonably sure she knew the answer to that question, given what was common knowledge.“...here is NO chance, and I mean ZERO, of that happening before I marry!” I replied, causing the teens and young adults at the table to laugh.“So you’re looking for a wife?” she asked.She knew THAT, too, because I was certain Elizaveta had warned her, and others, about her interest in me.“I’m considering my options,” I replied with a smile.I saw Clarissa. There was no mistaking it was Amy. I could tell by her walk and her smile.She walked straight towards me. I stood up, arms extended, palms up and smiled. We hugged like old friends do, only I didn’t want to let go.“Forget the chat,” I said, “You’re going home with me!”Amy chuckled.“I’m serious,” I quickly shot back.“Let’s at least get it started with a drink,” Amy replied, slipping on to the bat stool beside me. She brushed her long brown hair back over her soft shoulders and ordered up a. The janitors must have taken them yesterday."That was just what I needed. Those were my only pair of shoes. Now I'd be spending the rest of the week completely exposed; at least before I had some part of my body covered."Shoot, I'll try the lost and found." Brian, what did you get called down about yesterday?" Oh, nothing." You know they told me about it last night. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Yeah, I'd better go."I made my way to the lost and found. I took my first request. I didn't know at the time that she had laid both of them and was interested to know if I was any good in the sack too. The thing about Maggie (name changed) is that she was eternally broke and was willing to trade sex for beer and that in my mind, is a good thing (well, I was young!)Maggie was a bit rough. She spoke with a London accent and was not shy at all. That said, she had a good figure and never, ever, wore a dress as she had few feminine traits. I liked her and saw no reason not to be.