According to onetheory, if the image is that of Christ, the radiation resulting from hisresurrection is responsible for the imprint of his face and cr...ucifiedbody. Therefore, the shroud is impregnated with the very essence ofChrist, or of God Himself, some claim.Without intending any irreverence, one might suggest that somethingsimilar is true with regard to the impregnated nightgown; it is suffusedwith the very essence, the flesh, of femininity: breasts (or breasts andvulva). It is a costume. But I was smitten and my days of shagging anything that moved were over. Thoughts of Jean filled my every waking moment.I was to spend the next year or so in my pursuit of her. Strangely enough after that first meeting at the Lido, I seemed to run into Jean just about everywhere I went. Maybe it was that I was just aware of her now and was consciously looking for her. Regrettably, she would always tell me to get lost in the most colloquial (but not very lady like) of terms every-time I tried to. She was mid-thirties I would say and had a wedding ring, slim figure and she looked professional.She sat on the sofa opposite me, knees tightly together so not giving much away. Mary then entered the room all nicely dressed and I noticed that she hadn’t rolled her skirt up as much, in fact she looked quite decent. She winked at me as she walked in, glad that we hadn’t been rumbled, as Mary took a seat on the sofa she gave me a quick flash up her skirt, we both hoped Mrs Duff hadn’t seen but she. The day had dawned bright and sunny, yet with a hint of the departing winter's chill to give it zest. He savored the feeling, knowing that only a few more decades remained to him of the two centuries of life allotted a Half Elf."These villagers are sure an ugly lot."He gestured a warning to Furdick, who had joined him on the inn's porch. "Keep it down. We have to get along with these people." He led the way down the steps and into the street."All right," Furdick muttered sullenly, smothering a.