127 Kelley Spills The Beans

It came on one of those random midnight practice sessions. Erom was particularly grumpy on this one because he had spent the entire day training the bunch. His arms were sore, his entire body ached and he just wanted to bury himself in his bedsheets. But sure enough, Kelley was there by midnight to shake him awake. “Master, come on, I've got to practice this move. The one you taught us earlier today. I have dreamed up a new way we can execute it. Come on, Erom. It's dynamite.” Erom suppressed the desire to curse. He was chasing something, he told himself. And no one knew when it would come. So he dragged himself out of bed and headed yet again to the courtyard where they did all their midnight sessions. Erom went through the motions sleepily. Unlike some of the other nights when the lad did have some good tricks up his sleeves, this new method was not so dope. In fact, it was more or less what he had taught them earlier. The sneaky lad had merely used that card to get him out of