Because village I was left was very small, there was a bathhouse, three times a week for men and same for women. And almost every house has their own ...athhouse. At that age I was allowed to go to any of them. So one day I was taken to this place by my grandpa. When we entered this place there where 10 or 15 naked men, chatting, and having time. When we entered everyone came to us, greeted us. All of them were my grandpas age, fat, chubby, some of them had really big dicks, some of them average,. It was an echo of a rat-a-tat sound of falling rain on a tin roof, a cycle that seemed to repeat itself over and over again. I had been here before but I had a feeling that once I left- I would never, ever, return. The phone rang and I answered it- even then I could tell she was wearing that damn mask. The one with emerald eyes and clown painted cheeks. I could tell through her muffled voice and the way she spoke through her ceramic pretense. She whispered lighthearted limericks and laughed. Faren's face flickered through a few emotions I couldn't place, before settling back to his mask. "Doesn't matter. The stone won't take us Dusters anyway. Leave it there for the guard to deal with."He turned and headed down the hall we hadn't come from. I exchanged looks with Alistair, and we turned to follow him, everyone else falling in behind. We came across a couple more rooms, all of which appeared to have been hastily abandoned. Apparently word of our victory had spread. When we reached a. Dad motioned for us to join him after we finished talking the Mannings.He introduced us to the cluster of former players he was with. Coach Vermeil introduced us to Harold Carmichael, Wilbert Montgomery, Bill Bergey and Vince Papale. Harold was a standout wide receiver back in his day. He still worked for the Eagles, as their director of player programs. He helped their players keep their lives together off the field.Bill Bergey played middle linebacker back in the 70's and 80's. Wilbert.