"Tony sat silently looking at Lady Sheila. "But all this is supposition." He said quietly."How can you prove it?" "I can't" She replied."You left a na...ed new born baby on a doorstep?" Oh no, I left him wrapped in a shawl. A special shawl which I had knitted from odd lengths of wool and sewed together. A sort of patchwork effect." I was left in a shawl of that general description." Tony said. "But there was something very special about that shawl wasn't there?"Lady Sheila thought for a minute.. Now, hopefully, gastronomy could run its course.If the young woman was surprised to see us enjoying our refreshments, she did not show it. With approval she noticed my check marks on the beer mats but told me that they were unnecessary. The first drinks would be on the house. She excused herself to go and freshen up. She did smell rather strongly. The heady aroma of a healthy, sweaty woman in her prime.An energetic banging of pots and pans coming from the darker recesses of the inn alerted us. He grabbed me by my shoulders. I heard the door locking and the blinds closing behind me as I realized the third man wanted to make sure no one walked in on what was happening here. The owner calmly took his finger and put it on my lips. “Now your old man paid top dollar for you to get the full service treatment. You don’t have to lift a finger babe, just relax.” Tears started to well up in my eyes. I was too scared to move. He locked eyes with man behind me, and nodded. I was paralyzed in fear. Subs are special. They may seem old-fashioned in some ways." Jack thought about what he wanted to say to get Stephen thinking about his mother. "Submission is willing, first of all. It is service the sub performs from a place of affection and adoration. It is making the coffee exactly the way you want it, even if the sub doesn't like it that way, and having it ready for you before you can even ask."As Jack talked, Stephen's thoughts kept returning to his mother. The way she always brought them.