His mate, Minga, called us to come out and eat then.It was a good meal, and plenty of it, even though it was of a stew variety since their only way of...preserving meat was drying it. Still, they knew how to cook it well and I ate as much as I could hold. After it was over, George, Zeeta, Layta, Lieta, and I took Cartallow on a little walk back to the skidder, pickup, and trailer.Cartallow was more than struck dumb this time. He had nothing to compare the equipment with, but he could easily tell. “I just need to get a couple of documents and a parcel to Seline, and I need her to get them today ideally.”“Seline? I haven’t seen her for years. Does she still reside on that farm and run that orphanage?”“Yes, the girl’s refuge. I spoke to her a couple of days ago and she said she had a few jobs that needed a strong man to do them. She asked me for my help but I am tied up here ... So, I would take a few casual clothes with you.”“Sounds like fun.” Mathew said ruefully.“Go and pack some things. Auset was there, but she just shrugs and says that strange things happen around people named 'Mutou'. The weird part is that Nobu has spiky blond hair and violet eyes. Father named him 'Nobuyoki' because in means 'true happness'. He's a musical savant; I've never seen an instrument that he couldn't play within five minutes of touching it.Ryou-Sensei found me four years ago, when I was still homeless in Agra, India. I was selling Taj Mahal souvenirs I had made out of broken glass and other. With that he steps in and runs his hands around my waist reaching down to squeeze my ass through my jeans. Oh shit! What the fuck is going on here! I start thrashing around telling him to stop touching me! I’m not gay! Stay the fuck off of me! He grabs my face forcefully to show me he means business and re-iterates in painstaking detail how he knows everything, he can ruin my career, destroy my family life, and I might even go to jail. He says he’s going to give me five minutes to think it.