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remained mute as ever.
    Releasing a sigh, I glanced up at Cannibal who shrugged before taking a long drink of his water.
    Frustrated with the continued lack of social conversation, I threw out one more question sure to get their attention and a response.
    "Does your leadership expect you to chain your penises to a bus and pull it around? I saw on television where some religious groups require such things for their members. Although, I can see where a bus might not be reasonable here. Perhaps more like a sled or even a snow mobile? Would you have to wear some sort of special covering in order to keep your privates from getting frostbite? Metal chains can be cold, I'm sure."
    Cannibal snickered, but remained mute, along with the rest of the small congregation. Talk about a tough crowd. No one even looked in my direction as if they were all deaf to my voice. At least the sound of my own voice somewhat filled in the uncomfortable hush.
    I looked at their clothing and remembered a time not too long ago, when Meat wore the very same outfit.
    I tried. I really did. But silence and I never mixed well. Things just popped out at times. Besides, I could confess my sins to the room full of monks and hopefully be forgiven and obtain some good advice on my failed relationship. Weren't religious men supposed to offer counseling for people in need?
    "Meat thinks I have a monk fetish." I began to babble. All eyes turned my direction. "But I really don't. At least, I don't think I do. I just want to know what they… errrr… you guys wear under those robes, you see. On the other hand, he has this big time nun fetish. The one time we were having sex and his parents walked in, he dressed me in a nun's habit. Boy, did he perform like the Energizer Bunny that night."
    Eyebrows raised, and more than one cough carried across the room. One poor guy choked on his soup and had to be slapped on the back to clear the blockage. Cannibal remained mute, although his gaze landed on me followed by a quick shake of the head.
    I blurted out the pressing question simmering on my lips. "Do you think it's a sin to wear a nun's habit, then quickly yank it off to do some bed boogying?" I took another bite and continued when the room remained mute. "I mean I would hate to be struck down by lightning for such a thing."
    More coughs followed, but no one voiced an opinion, suggestion, or comment. Talk about a tough crowd.
    "I can't help it if Meat has… errrr… had… well, I guess he still has the nun fetish. He probably just has it with someone else these days." I sighed at the thought.
    Cannibal nudged my ankle with his foot beneath the table. I shot him a glare and continued verbalizing my thoughts and concerns to the crowd of monks.
    By the end of the meal, I had spilled everything about Meat and my relationship, even to the final argument. I attempted to elicit their opinion on where the blame resided, but the lot of them remained silent. Their eyes spoke loudly, though. Too bad I couldn't read Himalayan eye language. They might have had some promising suggestions on how to deal with my failed social life.
    The meal finished, and a bald-headed man escorted us to a tiny room to sleep. A single pallet lay on the floor. Despite a small log fire just a few feet from the makeshift bed, the room still carried a definite chill.
    Cannibal thanked the man, then began pulling his clothing off.
    I bent over, pretended to pick up some lint from the spotless wooden floor, and tried my best to peer under those long robes the monk sported. Unfortunately, they didn't rustle near enough nor cut high enough to see anything higher than his knees. Dang heavy weight wool.
    I turned to find my boss minus his coat and pulling at the ties on his pants.
    "What are you doing?" I stared at him in stunned shock. It was bad enough I had to share this one-size-fits-only-one blanket, but to do so with him naked was too much.
    He turned, shooting me a knowing grin. "You've been feeling up my