Elise and
Erik couldn’t help but smile
When the
boat eventually arrived at the Angel Isle
Each had a
reason of their own
And throughout
the voyage that eagerness had grown
Derek let
out an inaudible groan
When he thought
about what he would soon condone
Hoping he
will be able to cope
With Elise’s
cries of pleasure as other men grope
Although it
was her happiness that mattered the most
This was
tolerance and consent at the utmost
“Derek, let
Erik go and find his monk,” said Elise. “You and I need to find a place to bunk.”
They found
accommodation a mile from the shore
At a modest
inn called the Badger and Boar
Inside the
inn there was a raucous din
A jolly
racket from the patrons within
It took a
matter of seconds for the noise to cease
When the
patrons caught sight of Derek and Elise
“Oh my love,
there are men galore,” whispered Elise to Derek. “Get me three, no make that
four.”
“For
goodness sake, Elise. We’ve just walked through the door.”
“But this is
an urge I can no longer ignore.”
“Well, it
will just have to keep. Now let’s find the Keeper for a place to sleep.”
Erik’s hope
turned to despair
When he
learned at the monastery that Borium wasn’t there
Worst of all
No one knew
where
Nor did anyone
seem to care
To Erik it
seemed that they had something to hide
And just as
he was about to force one to confide
A very large
monk took him aside
And said,
“My name is Blaine. Perhaps I can explain.”
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