“Where shall we go John I’m not comfortable going to pub’s toilets” John said he knew of a place near to my home, it was a derelict barn by so...e abandoned allotments. John had given up his flat to go and live with Ann and her children. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two stops before where John and I normally vacated the bus, John seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he’s fucked Ann there on a few occasions before he lived with Ann. As we walked. "May I be hanged," said Danglars, glancing at the bandit's dinner through the crevices of the door, --"may I be hanged if I can understand how people can eat such filth!" and he withdrew to seat himself upon his goat-skin, which reminded him of the smell of the brandy.But the mysteries of nature are incomprehensible, and there are certain invitations contained in even the coarsest food which appeal very irresistibly to a fasting stomach. Danglars felt his own not to be very well supplied just. My room had a queen size bed, so although it was going to be a tight squeeze for the three of us, I was sure we would manage.I showered and put on some boxers before knocking on the door.Mary opened the door. “This is your room, silly,” she said. “You don’t need to knock.”“I didn’t want to catch you girls changing or something,” I replied.She took my hand and led me to the bed. Amanda sat on its far edge.“Lie on the bed,” Mary said. “In the middle.”I complied.“Caleb, will you trust me once. A prized warrior for any people, even at middle age. A warrior king.“Who is this?” the man bellows.“This is Nick, Daddy!”“Nick?”“Yes,” Nick replies. “And I’m as surprised as you.”A great belly laugh emerges from the large man. When it finally ends, he gestures to empty seats at his table. While Nick and entourage sit, leaving a chair beside the king conspicuously empty, the king asks “What sort of man are you?”He smiles widely at the voice giving answer. “It seems he’s of the place I came from.