”“But won’t Father Herman know I was with you?”“He might surmise, but again, there is what they call ‘plausible deniability’. And beside...s, even if our priests know, they can’t say anything.”“So why not confess tonight?”“I was thinking of you.”“I think it best you confess BEFORE you serve in the altar, Subdeacon Michael.”“You’re right. I’ll do that. And you?”“Father Nicholas is not my confessor, so I can’t, really, except in an emergency. I’ll simply refrain from the Eucharist tomorrow.”“I may. " Richard took a tiny sip and swished it around in his mouth. "Full bodied; an excenlent bouquet; it has good depth also; it is balanced and has a very nice finish." "You are a true connoisseur, Mr. Thompson." Not really, I have a book called 'Wine Tasting for Dummys'."Yackamura laughed, then looked at the waiter with the wine and nodded. One waiter was at his side when he seated himself at the head of the table, while two others were at the buffet, placing food on two plates. Yackamura. I know more of that word than most know about their own heartbeats. I have desired many things, some of which I have actually managed to grasp. I know desire. I know it well. I desire her with a part of me so ancient that it is nothing more than the spawn of patience. I look at her and wonder what it would be like to know her touch on my skin. Soft? Harsh? Dominating? Submissive? This part of me, an elder of mankind be eons, does not wonder… it waits. It waits for the answers to come. If they. Ulric found Rona to be infinitely receptive to every suggestion and he had soon sampled every available orifice. Noting the lengthening shadows he realized he must be close to the effective limit of the powder. He found it difficult to tear himself away but consoled himself with the thought that he could revisit today’s pleasures on the following day. Ulric spent a restless night, his brain feverishly reliving his experiences with Rona and concocting new activities they could savour. He was up.