If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?"The monks reply,"You must travel the Earth and tell us... how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk."The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery.He says, "I have travelled the Earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked. Owen could not even guess how large of a sum it was. It was more than he had ever counted, let alone owned. The cash covered the entire surface of the table. Slowly, Owen took a step forward, approaching the table. He looked at Mephisto, who seemed to be staring ahead, not focusing on anything. Owen reached his hand out, his fingers trembled, and he feared Mephisto would grab his wrist. Slowly he grabbed a part of the mountain of money, and kept his eyes on Mephisto’s. Finally, Mephisto looked. I peeled off my shirt and she whistled appreciatively at my sweaty hard body. She went to her bedroom to look for a t-shirt.I sat in the kitchen and waited for her.When she came back I immediately noticed that she had removed her bra. I could see the dark aureoles around her thick huge nipples under her white blouse. She made it a point to dress me, to put on the t-shirt. Her fingers slowly lingered along my body in a slow gentle caress. Her eyes were closed as she hugged me close. Her hands. They knew how each other were. They kept in touch via text message ever since they saw each other at a mutual friends’ party in the city. At first it was friendly back and forth, until it gradually became talking about sex and desires unfulfilled. She knew going away with him was a mistake, but she made it known that this weekend was more important for her than her lousy boyfriend and his friends back home. The small talk continued and she waited for the inevitable question. “Where did you tell.