A demon warder clutched me, Not so fast; 25 First leave your hopes behind!—But years have passed Since I left all behind me, to...the last: You cannot count for hope, with all your wit, This bleak despair that drives me to the Pit: How could I seek to enter void of it? 30 He snarled, What thing is this which apes a soul, And would find entrance to our gulf of dole Without the payment of the settled toll? Outside the gate he showed an open chest: . Leaving Freda getting ready for her shift at the hospital. Just as the bosun's call was making the morning call over the tannoy "Wakey, wakey off cocks, on socks." It was the usual morning call for all hands to turn to for cleaning ship. They had 48 hours, before they were due to sail with the next convoy to Halifax. Local leave would be given until 24 hours before sailing, so Tony had arranged to meet Freda later. He knew the Gunnery Officer was officer of the day, and Tony knew that he would. She saw him first as she pulled in, he was already standing next to his Lexus, nervously tapping his sandal-clad feet on the hot asphalt. She was pleased that he looked as he did in the photos they had shared, five-feet-ten, a slight paunch, but otherwise the muscular body of a former athlete, salt-and-pepper hair, navy blue Izod shirt and khaki shorts, mmm, and nice legs. Maybe it was her imagination, Mallie thought, but could that bulge in his crotch indicate ‘commando’…..? His name was John,. I smiled at the receptionist. "Is Mr. Yank available?" Mr. Crittenhouse," the receptionist recognized me, smiling. "I hope this visit isn't as disruptive as the one earlier this week." I just need some information," I answered, also smiling. "I'm trying to put together a birthday party for Kristen Swift, and I wondered if Mr. Yank has her father's business phone number."The receptionist said, "A birthday party?" Her eighteenth," I answered. "I figured her father might be planning something, and.