When Jon-Jon returned to the camp Tindle had woken and was sitting in the half light, eating from a bag of dry beans.
Jonathon immediately thought it better to keep this romance to himself - that perhaps Tindle might not approve of this paranormal play. The Church, after-all, would hang a man for less.
He privately hoped that Fatima would return to him - even possibly the next night or the night after so. The fact that she was quite obviously deceased did not bother him - for even as a spirit she felt warm to the touch. It was complicated, but at least he had found her, and she him. He twitched, and his member tightened, remembering her caress. For the first time in his young life he felt blest.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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