Devilish Perils
I know not how long we sat together on that couch in Augustin’s cottage, his arms holding me to his breast, both of us silently savoring our newfound oneness, the bond of the Teutons. A sensation of completeness and belonging came over me, as though what I found with this priest satisfied the yearnings I had attempted to suppress or deny all these years. This was what I had always needed, a fiery Teuton priest who viewed me with respect, as an equal. How could I have imagined finding this with Hans, a secretive sort so much older than me?
“How do you feel, my darling swan?” he asked me at length while I rested against him with my eyes closed, scenes of blissful harmony splashing my imagination with color.
“Happy,” I responded, opening my eyes a c***k to marvel at the lig
