The rumours made the Patriarch laugh sometimes.None were brave or stupid enough though to point out such troubled thoughts in the presence of his Holi...ness. Others were too eager to circulate such rumors as well as the names of those who commented on such impertinent views of the Holy Avatar, the Patriarch.All these kinds of curious, imaginative and disrespectful people who could not impose self-discipline and mind their own business ended up in deep rivers, forever reaching for breath. Others. It was SO bright, no low winter sun here, not like the grey Glasgow streets, which seemed to be cloaked in a perpetual murky darkness at this time of year. She loved the feel of its rays on her skin and made a mental note to change into something more appropriate as soon as she got the chance. Simon took her hand as they made their way towards Passport Control and Mattie found herself feeling rather unsettled, presumably because of the debacle before they’d left Glasgow airport. When the. He hoisted Susan up onto one of the stools. When she crossed her legs, her skirt slid back to expose her ass cheek. She had incredible legs and with the ambient light of the bar they looked even more sexy than normal. This fact wasn’t lost on her new friends either. They were getting another eyeful, compliments of my wife. Susan sipped another glass of wine. I knew she had to be getting light headed. She was not used to drinking that much. As she set her glass down she uncrossed her legs and. “Alright that’s enough!” Cordelia snapped as she stepped off the bottom step. “Leave the Deacon alone, he doesn’t want to hear any of your stories. Do you John?” she asked, putting her arm around him. He was a few inches smaller than her and had never quite filled out like the rest of the men. He shook his head rapidly and he allowed her to lead him away from the group. “N-n-no Cordi.” They were all laughing. The excitement at being home was touchable in the room. “John, if you would be so.