Brenda was over by the stove cooking the bacon. There was no sign of the Barista, but I didn’t really worry about it. It would take care of itself.B...enda asked, “What would you two like to eat for breakfast? I can make almost anything, so ask for your favorite.”While I thought about what I wanted, and why Brenda didn’t call me Master, Ashley jumped in with a “Good Morning! I hope you’re both feeling a lot better.”Kristen paused, then answered Brenda, “Blueberry pancakes please. There should. By the time it got towards midnight, it was just myself and an older stocky guy with a moustache and slightly posh accent. His name was Derek. We chatted away a bit more and he was asking if I was married and this and that, and he got round to talking about the time spent away by guys in hotels. He started talking about dirty magazines he found under beds in hotels rooms ( the internet was in its infancy at this point), and jokingly asked me if I wanted to borrow some. I had had a good few. The group came here because of lies told to them by a man named Kel." I said."Gentlemen, you look like men that would listen first before acting. You would have come through several villages. Did none of them tell you that what you were told was not true?" Del continued."I know the two men you have named. And yes, the closer we came to here the more the people all said that there was nothing to the stories we heard. There were a few, however, from each village that came to us later and told us. ‘Law, I want to become a Lawyer like my grandfather.’ I knew as soon as I had said it that my lack of confidence would probably lead her to believe that I wasn’t certain of my career choice. ‘Is this really what you want to do, or are you doing it to please him?’ This was the first time I had my choice questioned, Mother opposed it, but didn’t question my choice or the motive behind it, it was as if her opposition was the end of story, I would meekly accede to her wishes. Maria’s question got.