They exchanged a lot of looks, but found that they did not need many words. Another two minutes and they both looked for Anders, and got the keys to h...s van.Joey helped the red-suited girl into the van, and as soon as the door was locked he touched the shoestring on her suit top. She grinned and lifted her arms to him. He pulled the string and a pair of round breasts with hard nipples came into view.She sat on the mattress, then lay back and smiled as she spread her legs. He joined her there,. That was a shit load of levels, Jackson thought. Do not be another fucking Blighttown. Once through there was enough.He spotted a stone archway at the base of the tower. Looked as good an entrance as any, he thought, walking towards it. To the right of the archway was a small pedestal. Sitting on top, under a glass dome, was a giant bubblegum sweet in a garish, stripy wrapper. On top of the dome was a folded note with the words 'Eat Me' written on it in large letters.Yeah right, did they really. .. These are the men I grew up with and lived with!But the idea wouldn't go away.It was June 16th. Matty's, birthday. The five of us had been having some cake for Matty and a few ciders. We'd been laughing and joking and teasing Matty about now being closer to thirty than twenty. Time to clean up the plates. Joe and I said that we would do it."Just take it easy you old farts!" I said to my Lewis and Matty."Shut your face, brat," replied Matty. He always called me brat. I liked the name!As I was. Pryce was a rich cotton merchant until his ship disappeared without trace when crossing the Atlantic in 1829. Although rumours soon sprouted that he was living under a false name in the caribbean… far away as possible from his debt.The house was then bought by a William Morris, a notable lawyer who threw the best parties in town until he faced accusations of homosexuality from a young disgruntled lover. Reputation in tatters and facing serious time in jail, Morris and fled to Australia, never.