On this particular Friday I arrived and Geoff was not yet home which I expected. I'd been told that Eleanor would also be away until Sunday, so I was ...ooking forward to a few hours alone before Geoff came back from work so I was a little disappointed to see Ellie's car in the drive when I arrived. I let myself in and found her enjoying a cup of tea in the kitchen. I greeted her and we chatted. We always got on well, sharing a taste in films and such. As we talked she said there was something. "My name is Alejandro Primo De Rivera. That is thename I had most of my life, until I was adopted by your family andyour father named me Thomas."Her face lost most of its color. She backed away in fear. "This has tobe a joke, no Thomas, how could you be Alejandro, De Rivera, ThePrince, you're kidding?"He shook his head no very seriously. "Katherine, you ask and Ianswered. This is no Joke." So you are the Prince of Castile. Now there is no way you canconvince me you didn't plan this. That this. Whilst I avoided joining a gang, I did deliberately visited all the other questionable areas, including numerous taverns and the red light district where of course I tasted a lot of the local talent. A pretty Philippine girl in one of the cheaper brothels particularly took my fancy. She was paying off her immigration and shipping bill by turning tricks and seemed particularly keen to please. She also did not seem to mind a little rough play either and her submissiveness brought out a strongly. I asked Sean for my cell and he handed it back to me."Harry I know you're mad as hell because I am too, but please be careful what you say. We cleared them completely but I don't want to have you rub their noses in it." Why the hell not, Sean? Out of seventy good men there are maybe three that will lead a normal life because of some damn rednecks who decided they wanted to play cowboy. If they, as in the higher ups, don't retract some of the comments I have been hearing on the news, I am going.