"Step forward Fergus mac Donald."His father looked at Scott nervously and pointed a finger to his own chest as if to ask - "who, me?"."Yes, you dad, c...me on step forward."Fergus shuffled forward hesitantly until he was standing in front of Scott."Fergus mac Donald, I hereby name you Earl of Fortrenn. My hope is that you will be a better lord for its people than the last few have proven to be." But Scott, my work, the plant, I can't do this!" Nonsense dad, you'll make a fine earl and don't. Oh shit, how could she have forgotten Mr. Wilton asked her to send it to him two day’s ago. Now what will he think, he will see it has been used, and to watch Porn….he will fire me for sure she thought. Tom was in a world of his own; he never heard the door open, and all his attention was on the buxom blond about to orgasm on his screen. He feverously pounded away waiting for his release, but it just wasn’t happening. Great he thought, now I can’t even get my self off. . .. at least, I didn't think he did..." Oh, he knew all right, Baby," Shannon assured her. "Uncle Gaston made sure he knew, and so did a little girl named Ginny Novak, Larreau's mistress... before he had her dumped into the drink... quite dead. I'm sure you remember that episode."Madeleine shuddered; she remembered all right. She shook her head, as if to rid herself of the horrible memory. Momentarily, she swayed slightly and the room seemed to waver before her. Shannon read the symptoms, arose. It would spring into being over the most minor and inconsequential of circumstances. It left him wondering, 'why'? It was very hard to control, and he had found himself reaching for... what?Also, he had been dreaming strange dreams, lately. Most were of him fighting. Some were of fighting horrible looking beings that he had no fear of, and others were of fighting beautiful beings he wanted to emulate. It confused him.In the last two dreams, he had known whom he was fighting, and how to fight.