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After the second climbing ritual jack notice not on was a bald but i had a Gash that was scarring over. I did not want to see another monk as long as I lived. But then again I was prettified that they would take me back to thubetan to finish me off. But these were a different batch. Not the same lama or monks. These ones seemed friendly and kinder. I was still tempted to run off to safety. When I realized jack was here again I felt safer. He promised to protect me.

After that was done we rested for a few days. We rested in each other's arms kissing in the same tent as if that thubetan never existed.....except for the scar on my face.

On Everest you supposed to not burn too much energy but jack was in the mood to make love to me. As he made love to me I held his head next to mine kissing him. I was so overjoyed to feel his touch and his length that I cried. He felt the wetness of my tears and said he would kiss them.

And that he did.

His kisses on my cheeks were wonderful and comforting. He even kissed along the scar and said that he loved my facial scars.

"I was fucked up with out you," he said. " that you were with that creepy monk, I wanted to die."

"Make love to me jack," I said. With our bodies coiled together I moaned "om mani padme hum" with pleasure, love and passion. I wanted him to touch me every where that he kiss too.

Soon we going to advance base camp and after a few days we would head to camp one.

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