I need gas in this thing, the holding tank needs to get dumped, I need groceries, and I need to do laundry. We can dry out your sleeping bag while we'...e at it. While we're there, maybe we can get a decent restaurant meal or two." Much though I'd like to just spend the day playing in bed, I suppose you're right," she replied, and with a grin added, "Spoilsport." Oh, I agree," he laughed. "On the other hand, the sooner we get it done the sooner it's done, and then we can have the time to play. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in. "Now finally in frustration that all my efforts haven't yet made you reveal your purpose or collaborators or precisely why you were so heavily armed with one of Dr Grordbort's infamous, and infernal, devices, and particularly where there are more lady-like alternatives available, even though those too would have aroused suspicion. And my frustration is added to and born of an arousal at seeing you so helpless and exposed, as any gentleman (or perhaps not so much of a gentleman, but maybe any. Their daughter was their only asset, and she had been traded to the Braxton-Clarks to both clear her father’s debts, and further their ambition to raise themselves up in Society.The New Year of 1815 had dawned cold and wet and miserable. The battalion had been too long in the area and it was time we had a move. During the time spent in Wiltshire I had not been bereft of female companionship, and the Rector’s wife and the proprietress of the Anchor Inn had both been extremely entertaining.