"Why not? What they don't know won't hurt them," she'd retorted, accepting my money and urging me on. Twenty sous. That had been her price. Two shiny ...oins slipped into the palm of her hand at the top of the hill.At first I'd accepted her pecuniary reasoning at face value. I'd assumed that as a nun without a regular income she was doing it for the money, but then one day I'd grasped that she got a strange kick from pandering to my voyeurism. She was a nun denied the pleasures of the flesh, and. Psycho was the biggest, strongest, craziest and thought to be most mentally unstable guy in our fraternity. He and Benji constantly argued and wagered on most anything. In fact it was a bet with Benji, and a small wager at that, that provoked Psycho into shaving his head while growing a Hitler mustache with Elvis Presley mutton chop sideburns. Seeing small, studious, geeky Benji walking around Athens, Georgia with big muscular Psycho, sporting that ‘serial killer’ look was priceless.At that. Was the voice in his head his Master little sister?! 'Ah! Almost thought to ask Master for explanation ... better wait for Laivien to tell me that it is okay to let him know that we converse sometimes'....Kartius was standing still on the terrace. Zax saw him from afar, waiting expectantly for his Martial son. As he saw him, the expression on his Master's stag head changed from happiness to surprise to bewilderment."Master!" Zax dashed to Kartius. He stopped a meter from his Master and greeted. Just like my nightly rest refreshes my body, the time alone recharged my sense of being, my spirit.Tonight, the fragrance of pine trees, flowers and fauna mingled, riding the salt breeze as I walked along the dark forest path. The atmosphere was clear above the forest canopy and I could see bright stars in the clearing opening up before me. The night air was crisp and my senses conveyed the impression of a hushed forest, rather than the normal sounds of owls hooting and the distant scuffle of.