Katie stiffened and felt herself blushing. Who was this man and how did he know about that?“You see, I keep tabs on the magical beings that inhabit ...his world,” he said, “I’ve been around a lot longer than any of them and sometimes they become, well, unruly.”“Who are you?” Katie said, trying not to think too much about what this man might know.“I’m Father Time,” he said, “And I’m becoming concerned about how that naughty cherub has been treating you.”“How much do you know about what he’s done?”. The questions they should consider are: Do they want to be found as survivors near the estate? Do they want to turn up someplace else? If they are members of the families, do they have security issues? Do they have relatives that could take them in? Do they have any idea of their financial or inheritance status? Do they just want to disappear? Needless to say, there are variations to all of those choices." We should be careful that a few people don't push others into following their choice,". Now, in the heavily accented but surprisingly fluent English taught her by a former employer with the British Consulate for whom she had skivvied; it was the low-caste girl who commanded and he, Vincent Vincennes, superior to her in all ways, who stood to attention.How the fuck had he allowed it to happen?Still in his dressing gown and Calvin Klein bottoms, despite the late hour; he continued to look without seeing towards the bridge and the cars crossing the river. Resentment, as was usual,. ..but we take what we can get love." Taking her hand in his he kissed her palm. Watching her eyes as they filled with lust.Turning she pulled him into the living room. Setting on the couch she patted the cushion beside her. "Setting on the table before them was a pot of coffee and 2 cups. I am sure you would love a cup before..." She said as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips.Seeing the look in his eye she lost thoughts of the coffee as he took her in his arms and held her tight. Smelling.