(Story begins here) Neat lines of straw mattresses were illuminated by many windows of Muntin glass. Pete could hear lots of bustle from down below and the aroma of a very nourishing stew. “So... wow!” Pete could not hide his surprise as he turned to see Mechthild. Her clothing was still designed for modesty, but … Continue reading 8.5 Immaculate Imagery
The Virtual Disciple 