But the only bodies I saw were strewn across the ground.As the smell of blood, smoke, piss and fear blew across the wind over us, we looked for moveme...t.'Fuck... ' Jessie whispered, her voice almost breaking and about to cry.My eyes watering slightly, I could only compare the sight to the last time I was here in winter. I tried to remember everyone I saw, then stopped when I realised they were probably all dead. 'What the fuck happened?'My body tensed and I gripped Jessie's arm hard as she. "Raynoor, eh?" said Twania, noting the use of the first name only, "sounds like maybe you two..." He's married... about a year ago." Oh, I'm sorry Vishi. I know you were hoping..." Twania said as they seated themselves in the room reserved for royal guests."Dreams most often remain just that -- dreams." Not always," beamed the Princess, looking down and placing her hands on her abdomen, even though she was not yet showing."Princess, you're... ???" cried Vishi."Six weeks -- a boy." That's. However, the whole effect was somewhat marred by the beginnings of wrinkles by her ears and an overall impression of fading, like a photograph which has been left in the sun for too long.She was wearing the most extraordinary garment which had been inexpertly tailored from what appeared to be an old table-cloth. It was draped round her and was fastened at the waist with a leather belt. Her bare breasts which were quite large, but had started to sag, and most of her thighs were clearly visible. My legs ached too, by the time I had got to Plymouth Hoe and was ableto look over the Sound. The way those very heavy breasts rolled andbounced, even in a bra really pissed me off - not to mention theconstant friction between my generous thighs. A cup of tea would havebeen perfect, but I was skint. Maybe my wallet and other kit was stillin Barry?s office - that would take some explaining, as would myabsence today. Melissa should be pushed under a bus! Why do this?Surely she could find some.