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drifted off to sleep.
     
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    The loud , rumbling of thunder made the walls of Jan’s room vibrate, waking him from a tranquil dream. He did not know how much time had passed but as he looked to the window, he saw that it was still pitch black outside.  He lit the candelabra and headed for the door. He wanted to check on Nyah to make sure that all was well with her. He thought that she too might have been startled by the noise and wanted to assure her that the monastery was sturdy and wouldn’t succumb to a meager hailstorm.
     
    He stepped out into the hallway and found that the door to her room was ajar. He gently knocked against the wooden door and waited for a response. There was none. He slowly opened the creaking door and saw that she was missing from the room. In fact, the bed hadn’t even been touched. The grey sheets were still folded neatly over the mattress and the pillows had no indentations or wrinkles in their centers.
     
    “Where has she gone?” he whispered to himself.
     
    He made his way down to the bottom floor, thinking that she might have gone out to Yazra. The latch to the front door had not been disturbed however, and there was only one place she could be. He looked towards the direction of the bathhouse and a pale blue light flickered against the walls. Curious to find out what was going on he blew the candles out and crept towards the wing to investigate.
     
    As he drew closer, he heard a mysterious voice in the distance. It sounded as if Nyah was whispering to someone…but to whom? That flickering light and the whispers instantly fed the fires of curiosity in him and he was determined to get to the bottom of this. It occurred to him that she might be undressed, but this thought did not deter him at all. If anything, it urged him on. Just this once, he would have liked to see her without the bulky armor. It was wrong, but he knew he might never get the chance again.  A little peek wouldn’t hurt.
     
    As he approached the door he remembered that there was a tiny crack through which he could get a view of the area inside. He’d always meant to repair it but it would constantly slip his mind. What he would see next would make him glad that he hadn’t been so hasty to replace the broken planks.
     
    Nyah sat on the damp tiled floor at the pool’s edge, with loosely fitting white robes clinging to her body. They belonged to him; he had lent them to her for the night. Between her legs was a bald man of chalky-white skin, who dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. He held them apart while he buried his face into her mound and devoured her plump labia. Her discoloured hand rested upon his smooth head and was now bleached white.
     
    The man stood waist deep in the pool and the muscles in his back and arms rippled as he spread her legs further apart to give himself better access to her mound. Jan was both frightened and aroused at the sight.  He had never seen such a thing and could not look away.
     
    She whispered strange words that he could not understand and waved her white hand over the steaming water pool. A blue mist suddenly filled the room, swirling round the pair like the spiraling wisps of smoke produced from lit incense sticks. Within a few seconds another pale man emerged from the pool’s depths and clumsily climbed out to stand at her side. It stood upright and Jan finally got a good look at it.
     
    Unlike humans, this creature had no eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth or genitals. Its face was a blank slate of pearl and it looked like a sexless marble statue which was yet to be perfected by its sculptor.
     
    He tried to examine this one and the other more carefully but Nyah’s sobs of pleasure distracted him from the task. She arched her back and writhed against the creature's face as its jaw moved voraciously against her glistening mound. She was beside herself in pleasure but she waved her hand at the second creature and issued a command amidst the purring. A blue