................................. .................................................................................................................................................................................It was Friday morning. I got up early and was in the shower getting ready for work. I just finished my shower when Jim walked into the bathroom. I was standing there with the towel wrapped around me, nothing else, and leaning over the bathroom counter putting my makeup on. When Jim walked. " Then there is no problem. We travel to a distant city and harvest a crop of priests."Jonna added in a quiet voice, "There are women that work for the priests. They do just as much harm as the men. Most are good in handling magic. You will actually find many more of them though they are never in command."I had not really thought much about this but I always knew it. Killing a woman like Jonna was abhorrent to me and I could not let the minions of the Church continue with what they have been. They were cheeky, to say the least, and Margaret was being a bit bashful. Nevertheless, during the evening they gave her plenty of attention, dancing with her often. She would come back to the table and sit with me a while, then one of them would get her to dance. She disappeared for a short time and when she came back she was a little flustered. I asked if one of the guys had gotten frisky; she said no, but that our neighbour Ian had.He had suggested a walk out in the garden to get some cool. The sun did not seem to shine down very far and he was not use to the pounding sound of the waterfall invading all his senses. Coming back up for air he was about to go under again when the raven head broke the surface a few feet from him. She came up just enough so her brown eyes with their spiky lashes showed. She blinked at him as if he were a dream, treading water with his blonde hair plastered to his head, completely clothed. ‘You were down for so long, I thought maybe you’d drowned,’ he.