It was a Wednesday night so there wouldn't be such a high percentage of losers like there would on Friday or Saturday nights. Those nights it was guys...who couldn't find a date. Weeknights it was mostly bored men. Some claimed to be recently divorced or widowed, other claimed to be my age and never married. If I read between the lines it looked as though there were several men looking to find wives. Lots more of the women were looking for serious relationships, ones that had the potential to. Miriam was cleaning their wounds.“I got the shaft out, but the head is still in. He said not to touch it until his wife got here. We managed to get the other arrows out. I’ve cleaned the wounds as best I can.”“Okay, thanks.”“Hello, Samuel. It’s good to see you again, but it’s not how I’d have wished it. What’s all this about?”“That’s what I came here to ask you. I had a report that someone was holding the Lady Isabella hostage. There is also the question of four men killed at the White Swan. Without warning, it had slipped out from under my arm and I was fallingsideways.The next thing I knew, the phone was bouncing on the thickly paddedbedroom rug and Aunt Joan was down on one knee, holding me in her arms.As she lifted me up and started to carry me to Cori's bed, I heard atinny voice shouting. "Joan? Bobby? Anybody? What's going on?" Mom, is that you?" I was too far away to make out what the voice on thephone said as Aunt Joan sat me down on the edge of the bed, but I wassure now I. I thought I'd already delivered multiple good morning kisses and a good morning fuck to boot. If there wasn't a daughter downstairs, I might have picked Heather up, laid her on the bed and gone for another ride. But duty and a new daughter called.I went downstairs and opened the door. Two lovely young ladies stood there, side by side, both with tight tops, short skirts, nice legs and backpacks. One was blonde, the other brunette. The brunette caught my attention because she looked almost.