At 8 o’clock exactly the Earl of Belshes Hall stepped out from the oak doors to the balcony from which he could be seen by all the assembled members...of the League of Sapien Hunters. He spoke “It has been tradition for the Earl of Belshes to deliver the rules of the annual hunt every year since 1752. I will not deviate from such an obligation. Since the establishment of the League of Sapien Hunters in the house behind over 250 years ago, one hundred gentlemen have gathered here in the ancestral. He took off where the other man ended but this guy was really into the slow grind. I could tell she was getting into also.The guy with us at the table asked me if we wanted to smoke some weed, I declined but said my wife loved it and probably would love to. He said it was laced with some other goodies which didn't bother me one bit. He said he was going to ask her if she wanted some of it and I told him if he could talk her into going out in their car with them, I’d buy him a beer.He said,. That is if you wouldn't mind him," she nodded at Graham, "being taken out for an evening."Caroline looked a little uncomfortable. She'd tried to avoid any involvement with the party. She wasn't really a political person. The changes that New Order had brought in had been fine by her but she wasn't interested in the political dialectic, she just liked getting her own way around the house."It would be very public spirited of you, Mrs Bullworthy. The sort of thing any member of the community would. Beer. Lemonade.”“Let me get some of that brown. I ain’t supposed to drink on the job.”“I won’t tell.”“Is that the only secret you’ll keep.”“I keep all kinds of secrets.”“I hope so,” Trent said.De’Shane returned with two paper plates. Each with half of the pie. Then he went and grabbed the beverages. He carried the bottle of brandy and two plastic cups with ice. He also had a liter of cola under his arm. “Ah I drink mine straight,” Trent divulged.“Cool beans. So, how did you and Krystal.