"Greetings Phillip and welcome to your new home", Xavier stated with caring and sincerity. He obviously wanted to calm Phillip's nerves. "The six stud...nts you see here are your classmates". At this point, Phillip was barraged by multiple greetings of which he was able to only decipher three, the southern twang of a "How do ya' do" from the male, a Irish "how are ye'" from the short red head and very cryptic and what Phillip could only relate to as a sultry, "I can't wait" from the blonde who. You guys will have to offer something in return though." Like what?" If it were just me, Ouarid's head on a platter with an apple stuffed in his mug would do just fine. I lost two men in an ambush he masterminded."George chuckled."You'll get along famously with Walter Paxton. Except, you'll have to share the trophies. Call me as soon as you get the green light, Henry. Shit, I'll still be in your debt."Nothing more was said about the matter as they rejoined the Shoemakers and Annabeth. Around. Which could only mean that Mary was in danger or worse. Just as he was plunging back into despair, Henry's cell phone rang. The caller-id was unknown to him but he had answered before he could consider the possible implication of the fact. "Henry Mortimer," he noticed as he spoke that his voice had turned into a hoarse rasp. "Stay there, I'm coming." a woman's voice replied followed by a click. Henry's face was creased by a broad smile: She had come after all. There had just been some. She was now dressing in keepingwith her new figure. Mini skirt, bare midriff and awrap around top that showed plenty of cleavage and ofcourse no bra. As the evening wore on her dancing had become moreflamboyant. What with the admiring looks and the wineshe was consuming. She did a lot of twirling her shortskirt out to show off her thong briefs. She hadn’tbothered with stockings as it was quite warm there. The men at the club were certainly taking an interestin her exhibitionistic.