Yes, life was good for Charles. Very little could go wrong as long as he remained cautious."Hi, Joseph. I was just thinking about you and here you are... What luck!" Charles was instantly alert. Joseph was one of the names he used when on the prowl for young girls. A young girl was standing nearby who looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't quite place her. She looked happy to see him so Charles wasn't ready to panic."I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, young lady." He stood and bowed. My three wishes would be for physical super powers, mental super powers and immortality.First, the physical powers: I would be strong enough to bench press 10 times my own body weight with all muscles throughout my body being proportionally strong and my bones, tendons and other related organs and parts being strong enough to take the stress. I would be as flexible and agile as any world-class gymnast. When someone was going to physically attack me, whether I was aware of it or not, (I have. No one knows but you, Dallas, Mr. Harkus and myself. So don't let anyone know and I will pretend it never happened." Thank you, sir," he enthusiastically agreed. "But what about Dallas?" I will deal with Dallas," I replied. "Have a good weekend, Markus." Thank you, thank you, sir," he grovelled."You are welcome. Send Dallas in on your way out." Yes, sir."A minute later, Dallas walked into my office and closed the door. She walked to her chair with a sexy wiggle, one I am sure had worked to get. I’m not marrying him. Why did you think I was?’ she repeated. Cole felt dizzy as he described running into Mrs Hammond in the village that morning. The elderly school teacher had been bursting with the news that Lord D’Argent, heir to an estate some 70 miles to the south of Little Wittenham, had been seen in an exclusive London jewellers, barely six days after calling at Salisbury House. If that were not proof enough, Reverend Quincey had recently asked his housekeeper to hunt out his red.