"Good night Bob."I feel warm, comfortable, and safe. Bob is asleep in a few minutes andI join him moments later. * * ** * ** * ** * *I am the first...to wake. Bob is lying against my back, face down, withhis arm draped across my body and around my waist. He's snoring butnot too loudly. I gently lift his arm and scoot away from him. Ireally need to go to the bathroom.Slipping out of bed, I walk quietly into the bathroom and close thedoor. I lift the lid of the toilet, sit down and let the piss. Now, I've got some hard news for you. You're just going to sit there and listen. Every word is true. I know you're not my real father. I guess you could have forced mom to give me up for adoption or something, I don't know. Regardless you had no good reason to treat me like you have. You've been a prick to me all my life. I just recently found out why. I didn't ask to be born but you agreed to keep me, you FUCK"! My punch landed squarely on his cheek bone. It rocked him so much he. I expected to be surprised or attacked at every dark corner.My search seemed to take forever as I was forced to move slowly lest any fast forward movement threatens to blow out the candle's flame. I finally made my way downstairs to the crypt room. Being in the basement of this two-hundred-year-old mansion, it had a musty forgotten smell.It was not as cold as it was upstairs as there were no boarded up windows allowing cold air to enter. I imagined old castle dungeons being like this, cold,. We chattedamicably together for a few minutes until Imogene announced that lunch wasready and waiting for us in the dining room. Duncan escorted me into thedining room and held my chair whilst I sat down. I had never had a man"seat" me before and I have to say I quite enjoyed the courtesy. I smileda "thank you" to him as he sat himself beside me.Lunch was great fun and went very smoothly. The food and wine were allexcellent and the conversation stimulating. Duncan went out of his way toput me.