Almost an hour later, Keith and Clara lay on the bed while cuddled up together under a blanket.
Amelia, who was now wearing a shirt and some neatly ironed trousers looked at the two of them and sighed before she left the room.
Hours later, Keith woke up and pulled his numb arm from under Clara's head and tiptoed out of the room. As he slowly regained some feeling in his arm, he walked out of the church and got himself some breakfast and a newspaper.
He enjoyed his time of peace as he read the headlines until he went through the whole newspaper.
'Hm, nothing interesting....' he thought as he pulled out three system screens, each one of them showing him what Vincent, Timmy and Clark were up to.
He took a look at their current actions and chuckled, "Yeah, this shit is more entertaining."
Vincent was ignored as Keith wasn't interested in pornographic material, but Timmy's inner thoughts and Clark's desperation for money was fun to look at.
