”I scratched my neck, “So you think the priestly community, being more politically astute, has aligned themselves with the invader at the cost of ...he people?”He went on, “I say more. The priests and their fine churches have been untouched. I add their churches haven’t been ransacked, but the friaries, not all but it seems most, have been looted.”I considered the Old Saxon’s words. It was true there’d always been a low level, but keen, rivalry between the wealthier priests and the less affluent. “We’re here in Portsmouth, on the South Coast of England, to meet a group of ladies from the Women’s Institute. Usually famed for their selfless charitable endeavours, today, they are here to do something selfish And decidedly dirty”As she speaks, we see five respectable looking women walk into shot and make themselves comfortable in the five chairs. They are older women, but not pensioners, four blondes and a redhead. As she ends her statement, Charley enters shot and sits down in the final. Fired back, “There’s a lot more to the game than a jump shot, son.”“Yeah, I know, Coach, but I think that it’s my biggest weakness,” Mark countered.“I appreciate what you are saying, son, but if you would take an old man’s advice, I would concentrate your energy on your strengths,” Coach S. added as he walked out of the gym.Mark let that rattle around in his brain for a bit. Then he walked over to his gym bag. He sent a quick text to Zach and Justin. When they both answered, he asked them how. ”“I had about the same thoughts, perhaps if we release this publicly? Then we could also announce that we would be taking you home a lot faster.” Derrick suggested.Kandra was rubbing his long chin deep in thought, “perhaps, it is ambitious. I believe the thought of another ally, one that has no interest in changing us, has great appeal. Perhaps we should work together on this to reach amicable end.”Derrick smiled, this was the best thing he’d heard all day, now he had to lay his hopes on.