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Henry was sitting in one of the comfy chairs, his back to the observation window. He did so hate to watch that scene unfold time and time again. At first, he had found it fascinating, but as time wore on, it seemed depressing at best.
He nodded politely to one of the other priests who walked by, but the mand didn't stop to chat. Henry continued to read his book. He had the sense something was going to happen, as if he were waiting for something, but he wasn't certain what that something might be. He was aware of the nearly orgasmic pleasure others seemed to be experiencing, and thought perhaps it was just the tension in the air. (He was an avid people watcher, and had discerned the orgasmic touch was random, when two people were close to each other. Henry therefore, kept his distance.)
He nodded politely to one of the other priests who walked by, but the mand didn't stop to chat. Henry continued to read his book. He had the sense something was going to happen, as if he were waiting for something, but he wasn't certain what that something might be. He was aware of the nearly orgasmic pleasure others seemed to be experiencing, and thought perhaps it was just the tension in the air. (He was an avid people watcher, and had discerned the orgasmic touch was random, when two people were close to each other. Henry therefore, kept his distance.)
