. My brain was still running in circles as I showered and dressed.Damn it! What else could go wr ... I stopped myself, not a question I wanted to ask,...too much risk I might get an answer. Chances are I wouldn't like the answer if I got one. Forget the reason, what are the ramifications? If it was someone finding out about me, then what were the possibilities? If they were worried about the phones then could the house already be bugged? Who could they be worried about? How would someone have. To Neal Court, who can be found these days in the taverns along Broadway between 65th to 80th streets, it might have happened yesterday. His mind still dwells on the nightmare he witnessed, of the wild, excitedly grunting beast and his wife locked nakedly together on the bed, and his own crazed reaction... or of the long, grim trek back from the Manor house, across the moors to the first town, Snowston... or of that first, unnamed pub in which he stopped to collect his thoughts and found that. There was a definite change in her demeanor after I said it. "If you don't want to talk to me, I can dig it. I can try to keep you alive, even if I know absolutely nothing about the threat. But any person in real danger would be peeing in their panties to help prepare for it. Information is the key to keeping you safe." I said that and then shut the fuck up. I just waited and looked at her questioningly."Alright, what do you need to know?" she asked."Why isn't Harold willing to let you just. ” Said Darla referring to their two teenage sons.“Okay, what the fuck are you up to? In a quieter voice.“Well for sometime now I have had a problem, and I didn’t quite know how to handle it, and from somewhere the idea came to me that my problem would be solved by castrating you.”“Your nuts, you can’t do that.” Shouting again.“Shush, you will wake the boys. Of course I am not going to do it, Dr. Burdizzo is going to perform your castration, this nice Italian gentleman is going to relieve.