I had a part time job working for the gardener. They dismounted and let the horses, one which we could see was male, drink. They were non stop chatter...ng as usual ... girls! but we couldn’t make out the words, both posh accents, upper crust slurring their vowels and with such speed. We were sneaky not to be discovered, because you never know what you might see or hear. We decided to keep still and hidden, sweat pouring out of us, more excitement than anything else. The taller girl, who I. That would not do, I had to throw her off. I smiled with the deviousness of what my mind came up with. The next morning I met her in the elevator. ‘Good morning.’ ‘Good morning to you, hey could you tell me who the florist is, that the flowers are from, I would love to send some to my gal. Your mystery man is making me feel like I am lacking in the romance area.’ There was disappointment in her eyes, but she rattled off the name and we parted ways. Tsun Tsu would have been proud, I have been. Now our dim-witted friend wanting the best of both worlds, deciding he could cheat on our heroine, and still have himself a bit on the side, what he didn’t know was the lady in question was a friend of our Sandra`s and the lasses had got together and the friend told her what had happened. Together they hatched a plan to get their own back on casanova. God are girls not just devious their bloody dangerous! Sandra promptly sacked the pillock, as did the friend, and word was passed on the women`s. .. or maybe she already knew... “Then I will expect one of your priestesses on my island in a month’s time.”“Thank you, Hero.” quietly the priestess returned into the darkness.With false dawn already lighting the skies, a mass of armored men and women began to form. The houses and shops no barrier to the assembled soldiers. I still waited; I needed the leaders to arrive to deliver their one last set of demands. I was still curious to where Martha went off to, she had disappeared once I exited.