Mmmm this was nice and even through my closed eyes under my shades I felt the rays begin to warm my retina as I day-dreamed of far away island beach h...lidays. The time was my own and Im not quite sure how long I had sat there when I had that strange feeling of being watched. Slowly opening my eyes beneath my shades I was able to look ahead and spot my observers without them seeing me. Directly across from me about twenty feet away, lying face down on the grass were two youths, one with a tight. "I ... I don't have any sway! Don't pretend that you care about me or anything; you're just some kind of creature who - you just want me for my sperm!" Classic misconception." Explained Tiara. "We don't simply want sperm, we want to be rewarded with sperm! We are symbiotic. We must bond with a man, serve him, and hope that we earn his lust!" No ... no ... I just won't..." But Tiara was getting desperate, I could tell, her eyes were roving over me, studying me. In a second, it was as if she had. I close my eyes and take in the sun and the happiness of the day and how much happier I'll be when Peter gets here to fix my A.C. Seconds after I close my eyes I hear a familiar voice."Hello, beautiful," it's Peter."Hi," I reply with a smile. I look up at him and he leans over and kisses me on the mouth."I see you're in our favorite chair, but I have a surprise for you." says Peter with a smile."Really?!? What is it? You know I love surprises!" I say with excitement."First I want you to take of. It might look pretty old but any laboratory worth its salt would soon enough prove the parchment is no more than twenty years old. Sorry to disappoint you, my dear, but this is no ancient find."Father Stephen was sitting in one of Diana's more comfortable chairs - a chair much favoured by the absent and already deeply missed Fortescue. He was looking at the paper with a magnifying glass. He wondered how this document had come to be reposing in Diana's attic. He tried vainly to recall the names.