''Lol,' I type as a genuine smile spreads across my face. 'Maybe we canmeet up when you're back in London?''Sure, I'll be back for New Year,' Ian repl...es. 'Dunno what I'm doingyet for New Year though.''We could have a repeat of last year's meet-up on the 1st?' I type.'Well, technically this year's?''If everyone's available,' Ian reminds me. 'As in 'not hungover'. WhichI probably will be lol. We could maybe meet up on the 2nd?''That's the day of the funeral,' I reply as a shiver runs down. To make a long conversation short, it was not her idea to push me toward elected office, but she wished me luck. On a more urgent subject, she promised her endorsement on a bill declaring Cloudrest a State Historical Site. More money for my growing non-profit restoration fund.In related news, PBS was trying to contact me. Their long-running show, This Old House, wanted a piece of the restoration project. That was a bit of a problem, since the main house was already parceled out for design. ." Say nothing. What's the point? You might want to talk to your friends in their hearing, about how some kids who played this sort of trick on someone and they all got caught as they were seen on CCTV and the police just assumed they were all one gang."Susan laughed at that. "They'll be shitting bricks by the time I've finished with them." She turned to me, "How did you know all that stuff?" She waved vaguely at the door marked 'Private'."It was just something I remembered hearing. Come on. The lovemaking in the green room lasted just over an hour. Lovemaking was what Crystal thought of it as; actually she was enjoying raping him, taking without consent.Crystal felt that Henry had acquitted himself well as he had fucked to her orders, reaming her cunt without climaxing himself. He had given and given with prick and lips without spilling his come. Finally he had kissed her shoes again, the ones that had grazed his thighs as he had performed as he had been trained to do.Chapter.