I needed the military life in order for me to survive. My tour of service, which lasted nine years, is remembered as part of the best times of my life...I know the reader will say, "yea, sure," at the end of the following statement but it is true. Toward the end of my first four-year hitch I volunteered, requested, begged and threw myself on the military altar of sacrifice to be accepted into Navy Seal training. My first task, I was informed, was to get a GED, which I did. I eventually got into. My heart was pounding just like when I was in junior high. I used to sneak around my home town with some friends at night. We would peek in the windows of some of the high school girls and watch them in various states of undress. On a rare moment we would actually see them completely nude toweling off or changing into a swim suit. We would then all run back to our respective houses where, even though none of us would admit to it, we would furiously masturbate.As I peeked around the corner, I. The discovery and interaction with the monks was a friendly, happy and enlightening experience. It lifted their souls and inspired them to look for the good in others again. The girls thought of the Brothers as great-granduncles; Clark looked to Brother Matthew as a mentor. Then suddenly, their peaceful world was brutally shattered with the arrival of Herschel and it took them a while again to overcome their fears and shake their pessimism of humanity.Clark had no doubt that there were still. She sat opposite his mother, both smiling and neither in the least phased by his gaze being fixed on his aunts tattoo, his mother in the end sending him off to bathe as she wished to chat to his “Aunty!” This reluctantly he did, knowing it was best to withdraw, her call as he mounted the stair of “And no using yourself while you`re in there my lad, you may need that energy later!” Which had him grinning ear to ear. It was well over an hour when they called him downstairs, what had been said.