"Have you thought about lamps as a source of light?" Lord Benaldin asked amused."Yes, my lord. When I find the kind I like, I will purchase some. In t...e meantime, I am more than capable of providing light in my home," Dev responded."That you are," was the murmured responseSupper was very good. Erica outdid herself with the lamb. It was served with potatoes and carrots. Lord Benaldin helped himself to several glasses of wine and Dev contented himself with some excellent ale.After the meal, they. We started with him very often to meet, at first almost every day. Then we met at his house , I have . And met him at work , he then moonlighting as a night watchman at the school , which was not far from his home. We became inseparable from them , together in his company went to rest in the mountains at picnics . This continued for a year until RUSTIC not drafted.One day he came home on leave , called me , and I gladly went to his home. There we have sex. He became rougher , and I liked it .. She’s working as you know. Cries a lot; I know that for a fact. I do check up on her regularly, per your instructions, but I would be checking anyway. I mean you know,” he said. “She misses you, big surprise.”I looked down. “I guess. I kinda figured,” I said. “I hope that as time goes on, she’ll be able to calm down some and get on with things. I’m just glad you’re there to have her back. You say she is working regular?”“Yes, and she is full time. And you were right to ask her to do so. It does. Mid-morning, Friday, Yorke came up to the window and saw her with a grey-haired lady inspecting one book after another. Very briefly, before he entered, she looked up, and he was surprised by the strange, worried look on her face. Why should that be?Then, he was inside, and an old-fashioned bell tinkled above the door. Yorke had decided that his opening gambit would be about a book she couldn’t possibly have and develop it from there.Unsmiling, the assistant gave what was probably her stock.