Andsometimes the toilet would flush but never any certainty. He found theshower worked sometimes, and sometimes the water was even tepid. So thenhe sh...owered.There was shaving equipment and although the water was sometimes cold hetried to shave regularly based on the length of the stubble on his face.The stubble growth was the nearest he had to a clock. It divided timeinto parcels of a guessed 24 hours.After a while...perhaps on the third or fourth day.... if days stillexisted, there was. He then cracked everyone up as he addressed us, “Are you two going to behave in here or do I need to separate you two love-birds?”I simply smiled and held my free hand up to my chest in mock indignation for that question, while Lynette simply replied, “I’m good, uh, we’ll be good Mr. St. G.”Mr. St. George grinned back at us and said, “We’ll see, won’t we.”We had just finished an instructional unit on the Canadian Prairies, so ‘Froggie’ (our nickname for the native of Gatineau, Quebec) started. In front of Alan's grandpa no less... it was my first steps towards being the whore I am today. I wasn't guilt free, but the sexual excitement I had just from thinking about it was overwhelmingly intense. Alan had asked his grandpa if he had seen anything in the hot tub, but he just shook his head and ignored him... I didn't know if he was just refusing to tell Alan, or if maybe due to going senile he honestly didn't remember... either way it was a relief to not have to worry about it, although. Waru could only stand there and watch what had been the promise of his clan—their hedge on position and existence—walk through the village, all eyes turned to him—in admiration for his comeliness, his magnificent body, and the swing of his low-hanging phallus, but also with the edge of a question, sensing there was something not quite right, a rising fear that the delicate balance of power and serenity in the village was in danger—the sneers on the faces of Malru, Tadru, and the seer a signal.