She said she understood my preferences and respected them but would like to have a good evening out just for that purpose.I agreed, and we arranged to...meet.I was somewhat in a bit of trepidation as to what to wear and dress and act and in the end I decided to have my hair done and wear a nice dress.I arrived a little early at our pre-arranged meeting point at the railway station and whilst I was waiting I started to read. I did not notice her arrive and was a little startled when a voice. There was no fire. I was safe and warm in bed.I was panting, recovering from the dream and the adrenaline that had flooded my system while I was asleep and dreaming. Panting, Ashlee was next to me speaking soothing words into my ears and holding me. "You're fine. It's ok. It was just a dream." She repeated taking me into her arms and holding me. I just laid there."What happened?" I asked once I was calm enough to form words.She leaned down and kissed my temple, "You started calling out to your. She drew the covers over us. Moments later, we drifted off to a blissful sleep. We probably would have slept for several hours had we not heard the front door open and the sound of feet stamping off snow. Cathy bolted out of bed strangling a little scream. "OH NO! OH NO! Mom and Dad are home!" Needless to say, my heart began to pound in terror. "What are we going to do?" I whispered. "Quick, hide in the closet." In an instant I was standing in the closet while Cathy threw my clothes in. Brigadier Walker’s people sucked our kingpin dry, and he ‘disappeared’. I don’t know – don’t want to know – the details. All she said was, “He got drunk and fell overboard from the ferry to Holland.” Over the next few weeks there seemed to be a rash of fatalities; a Government Minister had a fatal heart attack, as did several senior officers from East Anglian constabularies – Suffolk, Norfolk, Essex and Cambridgeshire were all affected. There were several ‘hit and run’ ‘accidents’, and at least.