It would be difficult to imagine how anyone wouldn't cheer to see the back of the filthy, unclothed, uncivil and over-educated rabble that were driven...away in the back of police vans and the well-reinforced vehicles used by the security firm that Eden also owned.Eden's current visit to Broad Oak Manor wasn't going to be for very long. There was a show in Broadway he'd soon be flying over the Atlantic to see and he was anxious after that to return to either his yacht in the Mediterranean or his. The middle aged owner smiled and told us, ‘I myself would have happily shoot photos for you, but my assistant has gone to his village and being alone in the shop, I am not able to leave the shop.’ He then looked at our disappointed faces and with a twinkle of smile in the corner of his lips and eyes he said, ‘But there is one thing that we can do.’ I looked at him with interest. He further added, ‘I can give you a hotshot camera on loan. You have to buy only the film roll. And, I am sure you. .. I’m not asking you to fight. I’m asking you to man the battlements. I want to make it look like there are lots of us here, like their information was wrong and this isn’t a town with tumble-down walls and a small garrison of rejects” He looked at the sergeant, but the sergeant didn’t look hurt; he knew that each ‘volunteer’ had been put up by units that wanted to get rid of the dregs. He had been surprised at how well it had worked so far; seemed less stupid discipline had helped. “Instead. As much as Claire knew what was happening was wrong, she did not want it to stop because it was exciting, it was erotic and it was forbidden."We should all let ourselves go once in a while... just let it happen." Even when we know we shouldn't?" Especially then!" said Shanti."You're sure?" asked Claire, her voice full of trepidation, yet driven by need, "even something we've never tried before?" That is the best of all," smiled Shanti, her finger finding the woman's nest and slowly penetrating.