" I give!" I cried as I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Why don't we finish our bath, then I'll tell two beautiful little girls a bedtime story."...I allowed them to go first with the only towel I had found, so it was a good thing I was almost dry by the time time they finished with it."Sandy, did you see anything in there that we could spread these blankets out on. I hate the thought of lying on this nasty floor," Anna asked."Hang on," I told her as I walked over to the narrow mantle and. They canedit it is they want, but most likely they won't.Ironically, one of my owners told me that my diary may give them somegood ideas for predicament scenarios to be played out on me. So just bywriting this diary, I may be making my life more intolerable than italready is. This knowledge makes every keystroke a mix of release andterror for me. I don't know what will come of my words. It's out of mycontrol.Here is a bit of background on me. I am not going to go into detail aboutwho I used to. ‘Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess.’ Brynn smiled at him and then looked ahead again. ‘Alright…’ He turned to look at her, blushing. ‘No. No, it’s not like that. I…if you need me to be in a separate set of quarters from you…’ ‘No, it’s fine. We’re not going to be there long anyway, right?’ He sighed. ‘No, no I guess not.’ As the car slowed to a stop, he opened the door for her and let her out. They walked over to the lift and got in. ‘Idris?’ He turned away from the doors to look over at her. ‘Yes?’ . Oh yeah there's some kudos to be gained by being able to wear a particular tie in later life, but that assumes that you're still going to be left with a life to lead.No, I wasn't in the forces. Not that I'm adverse to the principle of fighting for my country. I just don't trust the buggers who run the bloody place. Honestly there's not a one of them I'd give the time of day to, once they get themselves elected to that private "you scratch my back" club, known to the world as The British Houses.