" He fled there because his family has possessions there," Don Enrique replied without hesitation, "and because he has friends and acquaintances there...who might aid him. Why do you ask Dom Pedro?" Can you tell me the names of Dom Henrique's friends, Don Enrique?" Pedro asked pointedly. "Can you tell me their number and what positions they hold within the city walls? Is one of them the governor of Ceuta or perhaps his valet? I don't know but I don't want to find out the hard way." You don't. Everyone in the house was fitted with a wireless microphone, and asked to wear it when in the common areas. At least they had on-off switches, but the pick-up antennas were all over the house, so if someone forgot to turn off their mic, whatever they said was recorded somewhere. One member of each film crew ran the sound mixing and recording equipment.The first week of filming was probably a throw away. Everyone was so aware of the cameras that every interaction became like a stilted and poorly. This morning, despite the emotional drama, might have been my best in ages. I snatched a peanut doughnut from the box and returned to my place under the Russian olive. Biology was calling and I had a lot to learn.Dinner at the Moore’s was strange. Mrs. Moore insisted that I call her Josie, I didn’t feel like it was right, but she insisted. Demanded really, and I gave in with bad grace. Cheryl made chicken breasts stuffed with ham and blue cheese while Mrs. Moore, Josie, sat with me and talked. I could feel my body heating up and I could feel my body melting. As my body was melting, I could free myself of the chair and stepped out of it. But it was too late I couldn't even make a step further . I fell on my feet and I wasnt even able to get up. In a few min I lost control of myself and I fainted.I woke up and felt the room so bright... I got up and looked around. I was all alone and I quickly checked myself. I was the same except that I was naked, it was like a bad dream. Until.