When the door is closed I strok the dripping seed with my hand, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick the seed off. I get up and grab a towel and rub m...yself dry, then I lie down on the bed again and fall asleep very quickly.The next morning I take a shower and then I go down for breakfast. When I am almost finished, my aunt walks into the kitchen in her dressing gown. She looks at me shinyly and gives me a kiss on my forehead."Have you slept well, boy?" Yes, I fell asleep quickly last night and. After the stroke of midnight you might just see a leprechaun."She giggled, "Leprechaun's are fictional, whimsical characters that you read about in books."John was about to reply when he noticed that Jennifer had drifted off to sleep. "Sleep, my precious darling."As she slept, Jennifer began to dream of mythical Ireland, fairies and leprechauns.Around five p.m, John touched her on the arm. Once he was sure she was awake, he asked, "Hey sleepy head, aren't you getting hungry for dinner?"She. And, there they were, in their "USA" coats, waving tiny American flags."Was? Americans?" one of them asked a friend."Hey, are you lost?" the friend asked Warren and Sophia."Probably," Sophia laughed. "We just wanted to get a good seat." I see your coats. Are you athletes?" Yes, we're ice dancers," Sophia told him."We skipped practice to come watch some skiing," Warren laughed."Ah. Is gut. Austrian skiers are the best, yes?" Yes," Warren laughed. "Alan Zimmer's been skiing well lately, though.". Context and specifically the need for karmic balance require that the punishment for cheating should fit the offense.It shouldn't, as some real nutcases think, exceed the infraction. A revenge affair shouldn't extend long than the original activity. Turning a husband into a cuckold, for example, isn't justice, it is cruelty. It exceeds the actual finite harm of the act. It is worse than the offender deserves and so should not be the penalty for that deed. Just as mercy is not justice, neither.