"The first Monday of the next month, Sister Susan took her letter of withdrawal to the mother superior and informed her of her departure. The much old...r woman made absolutely no attempt to talk her out of her decision because she had anticipated it for some time.The stoop in front of 27 Hillside Path was clean and had seen better days just like most of the other houses on the quiet street. Susan was shown into the sitting room and filled out the resident form for Mrs. Gates. She had a reference. But Jilly was insistent her girls would pleasure her horse husband as the human one was useless and dead in the loins, so she would lead her drunken sexually aroused rabble to the stables, to milk her horse husband, of his semen, for their bathing needs.I joined in, feeling no shame in the exploits of my sexual youth taking over my emotions, my naked lithe body screaming for release, as I cant explain why I got caught up, but I could explain in a literary sense, how we cavorted and drank the. After poking the creature with my staff, to make sure it was dead, I swept it into the bag. The thing seemed deflated like the air had gone out of a balloon, it felt rubbery and slimy.I put the dead woman over my shoulder and climbed the hill towards home.The ebony woman on my back had a mouth full of mud when I picked her up. It pained me to picture our last intimate moments together, of playful kissing in the harem. I remembered our first playful encounter on the beach after a swimming. I have invited her to sit next to me in the sofa. She agreed and shifted. I have kept the TV on mute, as I wish to talk to her and comfort her, before I proceed further. I asked her how is life and how things are going for her. Suddenly her mood changed and became dull, having tears in her eyes. She could not control her emotions and burst into sobbing, saying in between, don’t ask me Bava! (Jijaji) she said they are passing through a worst phase of life, by all counts and don’t know whether.