”He paused for a few moments. “What do you mean?..”“I mean I love you..” she said quietly, sounding the part of the quiet, demure sister, wh...le beneathe the covers she lay, nude, her robe discarded in the dark, one hand wrapped around her rock hard length of her throbbing shecock as she threw her brother off by whispering sweet nothings.Jamie frowned a little, this was very unlike her. “Well.. I mean obviously I love you too sis. We just don't go about saying it..” he responded slowly, feeling. .. in either sense of the term. Whatever, these undernourished and uncultured oafs were pressing an unwelcome troth, without a doubt, on the poor child in question, and doing it where I had to pass. So I trusted to my staff, as so often of yore, bested the lot of them with the merest application of my Power, and watched them run off when, of course, I should have turned them into frogs. Ah, my friend, of late I find that even I am deficient in my Observation of Tradition...No matter. I found. "Don't forget me, cocksucker," the other guy said in a gruff voice, speaking for the first time. "Yes, sir," I nodded, moving to him, excited to see what he was hiding in his sweats. It was odd, but I had the exact same feeling as unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning... the anticipation of a wonderful surprise. I felt my eyes glowing like a little k**s. He also lifted his ass up and I pulled his sweats to his ankles, wondering if black men ever wore underwear, as I stared at his already. “Wilkommen in England, Rittmeister.”He clasped my hand with a firm grip and gave a vigorous shake, and replied“Vielen Dank, Herr Oberst!”My suggestion of conducting the Royal Progress by barge had not been fully taken up, although the journey from London to Birmingham, and from Bristol to London, would be made by canal. However, as many of the Great Houses where the Royal Party intended staying overnight were situated several miles from the canal carriages and coaches were needed to transfer.