After the usual small talk, he came to the point, which was that their national Missionary Training College in another state and about 1700 kilometres...away was in dire trouble, with the running expenses being beyond all reason. The place was not a money making concern but the funding available was being gobbled up plus more. The College was on the outskirts of a city of around 45,000 peopleHe asked Cedric to visit the College within a couple of days and have a clandestine look around as just. As I crossed the last field I noticed the horses had been taken in . I rounded the corner of the stables only to find all the doors closed and no one around . As I turned to leave a lit pissed off I herd a voice from inside .I tried the door it was open I stepped inside pulling it closed behind me expecting to find my mate or his dad . I looked up and just froze there in front of me was Margaret a woman I'd seen visit the stables a couple of times but only sat in her old van from a distance.. “Jack? Who’s Jack?” asked the garp innocently.“Jack,” drawled Dinah, “is the little problem responsible for that,” said Dinah, pointing at Harmony’s chest.The garp looked down to see that one of her breasts was still protruding from the gown she had sought so quickly to rearrange.“Oops!” trilled the bewitched creature, fumbling at her bodice.“That and the fact that you’ve never played music like that since we bought you,” added Dinah, peering around. “Where is he? Come out, Jack. I know you’re. She returned fresh and clean and smelling of baby powder.“I don’t know what to do with you,” she whispered.He didn’t know either. After she fell asleep he stumbled up the stairwell to his attic office and tried writing a few lines. Surprisingly his pen moved faster, and the quality of his verse returned. A wave of relief swept over him as he came up with rhymes that slanted every which way, and after an hour or so of straight verse, his forehead beading with sweat and his mind connected to the.