We were both nervous and unsure of what to do next when one of the men who was milling around came toward us. He came right up to the car and put his ...ace against the passenger window peering inside. I asked Mrs O if she was still up for it and she looked at me and nodded. I told her to recline the seat and put her foot up on the dash which she did. I leaned across and pulled the tie at the side of her dress and slowly opened it revealing her white underwear.Without prompting she started to run. I too, found myself sinking down to a similar couch, sighing with the sheer luxury of it.A taller figure appeared at my shoulder and I had to crane my neck to see up into his face. The old man wore the black robes of a courtly advisor and the stately head-dress topped a visage that seemed to have seen far more years than should be possible for a man. He spoke, a clear masculine tenor."You are welcome Daniel John. Your presence is a welcome addition to our lady Mab's court. I am Bran, her. What was your next question?”“Err, well, it’s a bit embarrassing really.” I could feel myself blushing and getting hotter.“Don’t worry, Jess, I’ve heard it all before, just tell me in your own time, ok?” He smiled “Well, I noticed that when I got taken out in my wheelchair earlier.” I got redder, “I was sitting in such a way that meant ... well I mean, erm, having no legs means I’m sitting on bits I’ve never sat on before and, well, err every time we hit a bump, I errr.” My voice trailed off, “. I managed to get my pants on before the person could enter the room. The question remained who the hell is this?"I am sorry; I thought the room was unoccupied. I can come back later sir. What time would be best for you sir?"To my American ears her British was so quaint and she sounded so meek. Her visage was like that of an angel. Were I to guess her age I would have to say anywhere from 40 to 45. She looked to be almost a foot shorter than my 6ft 6 frame and very thin. Her sandy blond hair and.