Most have some combination of these paths that add up to getting them where they are today, and each of the categories can add or subtract from the to...al in the game of life.My name is John Henry, yes, just like the story of the 'steel driven man'. I've heard it from many people and although people may sing a song when they hear it, the song is about a hard worker, and that's what I am. I was born and raised just outside of downtown Seattle in a place seldom visited and often ignored.We lived. We wanted to drive to Chicago together. I could always come back for my car, later. On Saturday afternoon and Angie and I were in the pool. I was doing fast hard laps and Angie was doing them slowly. I had finished and I told her that I was going up to shower and change. Angie wanted to swim a bit more. Angie was just beginning to show. Her once flat belly now had a lovely slight roundness and her face was just the tiniest bit fuller. I was completely taken by this change in her body, I. Better to be expected, I would think.”Colette frowned. “How do you mean?”The hulking guard had a deep chuckle. “Well, His Grace has been enjoying his hostages, like a conqueror should. I did not expect he had it in him, but...”Colette felt her scowl deepen on her face. She did not need to have it spelled out to her that her King was fucking his hostages. “I see. Well, it is not for us to question His Grace’s will.”“Of course, Lady Colette.”The rest of the ascent to the royal apartments occurred. It didn't seem appropriate inthe idyllic surroundings. I began to realise how much I loved him and said so. "Ilove you too," he said and kissed me passionately. In the distance we heardthe bell for lunch. "We'd better go to the shithouse," Mickey laughed.With two of us, the work didn't take long and we had just about finished barrowingthe smelly wood chips to the compost heap when Karen brought out two mugs oftea. "I've made a couple of sandwiches as well but I guessed you'd wantto clean up.