I'm more than willing. I love this stuff.I was sure you would be, and I know you do. It's in the genes. While we're here, we should get another book o... mythology, something other than Greek. Myths are a powerful source of metaphor.I found a book on Norse mythology and another on Egyptian before I went in search of Mary. She had a couple novels in her hand, and she was looking at a book on how to play the chord organ. "I thought that if you can learn guitar from a book, maybe I could learn. Observing each slow step, the sensual sway of her hips as she confidently glided her way across the bar, with an unerring confidence. My eyes drowned in her beauty, as from beneath her lace mask, those piercing eyes once more captivated and consumed."Excuse me," she interjected with a confident, assured tone that stopped their giggling in their tracks. Leant down beside me, my eyes caught a glimpse of her cleavage beneath her sensational dress, as she lowered her glossed lips alongside my ear.. Next to her stood Louisa a pretty dark haired girl .Marta at just f******n and finally Gretl who was twelve and had blond pigtails. Finally there was Freda a baby of ten.All of the girl wore Military style uniforms . Starched white blouse’s with ties,Very short flared plaid skirts and very sensible shoesThe Baron blew his whistle for no apparent reason before introducing Maria to his daughters. “This my dear c***dren is your new Governess Miss Maria” The girls curtsied in unison and as they. "He came half limping and running out and immediately run to the side of the house and relieved himself, then followed me down the pathway. Still standing there were the two horses that the two on the ground were riding, with the reins dangling on the ground. We walked over to them, "Who is this Talus?" I said pointing to the first body."It is Lord Albus, he is dead and we are now going to be hunted by all the other Lords." Who knows who killed him, no-one heard anything, or saw anything; even.