They set off from Oxford almost a week ago in a hired carriage and four horses. Correction, he set off as she headed to a coaching inn to pretend to t...ke a coach to Sussex allegedly to visit relatives. Samuel met her there for them to head north. Thus their sensual trip had begun.In the inns along the way, he hired two rooms for appearance’s sake. But as soon as the establishment went quiet for the night, he slipped silently into hers, where he stayed until dawn. Money proved to be no problem. There is obvious and clear tension in the air.Here, on page twenty-six, Boy B is staring in awe at Boy A as he catchesa baseball. He is surrounded by roses.Here, on page thirty-two, Boy A is loosely embracing Boy B, and has hispointer finger on Boy B's chest. There are lines to indicate a circularmotion.Here, on page forty-three, the artwork has become rushed and sketchy,the unreadable dialogue reduced to short bursts of characters. It's notclear which boy is which, but someone is doing. I heard it's what Olympic athletes train on. I walked outside sipping my coffee, looking at the pristine beach of powdery white sand. Another beautiful day in Paradise. I set my coffee down, dropped my shirt and ran into the warm water. The gulf was endlessly calm, a glassy surface as far as the eye can see. I saw some dolphins break the horizon. No people, no noise, isolation. Suddenly, a feeling came over me, a sensation I had not sensed in some time. I got out of the water, grabbed my stuff. We can talk about it there." Abacus was only ten minutes away.Once they were seated Jason told the tale. His first words were to Marianne."Sylvie introduced you as Marianne, but I now know your name is Marion, Marion Urquhart. Is that so?" Marion nodded."Yes." With that confirmation Jason went on."Your husband, Charles is an important Civil Servant I believe." Well I don't know about important, Charles talks very little about his work, but he is in Brussels at the moment." Marion. He is.