The poachers?r the forest guards. I made sure not to press the torch on. Sat quietly and hid inside a bush. I peeked through the bush and saw somethin... unusual. On the ground there were two young girls kneeling before a man. The man had a carved bamboo stick with the head of a horse. There were three mashals (fire stands) The light was dancing on the body of the girls. The girls had the back towards me. They were wearing extremely glossy colored saree. There was three more mashals to the right. As I got closer I heard a woman’s voice. I looked around one last time and did not see a single soul. I slowly pushed the door open and peaked in. My excitement was crushing the thought of catching the black man and his wife having sex there inside… But I could not have been more wrong or have been prepared for what I saw. The black man stood with his shorts at his ankles. He had his giant rigid black serpent out. My gorgeous wife Ana was on her knees in front of him. A tuft of her hair was in. An SUV rammed the first car into the second and a voice just yelled for us to run. I was guessing they were Mr. Black’s men since they were not shooting at us and had rammed the other cars.We took the first subway entrance we came too. Changing directions several times before we felt nobody was following us. Tammy suddenly began to cuss out Jen and when we looked Jen’s left arm was covered in blood. Jen said she didn’t know she had been shot. Tammy checked her out and said the bullet was still. We felt that you should be given a chance to redeem yourself. There is a College which takes on cases such as yours, called the College of Correction and Redemption, though where you might go afterwards, neither I nor the Bishop could imagine. However, I spoke to Monsignor Flavin, the Principal of the College, and he seemed to think that somewhere could be found for you. You are not, of course, released from your vows of life-long obedience and poverty, they are irrevocable. It remains to be.