I didn’t know about our daughter Alexandria. Carol explained Mark’s garbled email to me. We had lost contact for years, so he’d had it sent to m... Regiment; they printed it out and put it in with my Get Well cards. Carol thought I shouldn’t see the email until I was released from rehab and mobile on my new legs.”“Carol said that she’d recognised you at hospital after your Afghanistan repatriation last year, and that you were bearing my Brian’s name.”“My name, not Mark’s, er ‘Your Brian’s’. I. It's a wonder my battered old hulk has survived it all.And here I sit atop rotting orange peels inside the dumpster, waiting for the trash haulers to take me away. I've seen better times, methinks.Poor deluded mortals, you still don't suspect, do you? We are the ones inspiring you. Muses? Ha! We're your muses. I and my many brothers and sisters over the millennia -- we're more than your humble writing instruments, much more. Styluses and quills, then pens and pencils, now typewriters, and. She got me a job working for Dale Kearney, who reports to her. I work for Dale." Did she ever ask you... about us?" Laura asked, very tentative.April shook her head, all innocence, as if to ask, by her gesture: Us? What could you possibly mean by that?"How you getting along with that good-looking woman you was always locked up in your office with?" April asked, referring to Deshona Reed.At the time that Rhonda had forcibly removed April from Laura's sphere of influence, Laura and Deshona had. He made his way to the bathroom and as he was unzipping he got a crashing headache and dropped to the floor.Coming round he found himself up on the stage with the other guys, his hands manacled above his head to an overhead steel bar and his ankles spread wide apart and cuffed to ‘o’ rings bolted to the floor. The middle-aged women were wandering around the stage checking out the bodies, somewhat like at a meat market. Other than the prodding, squeezing and the occasional slap across the ass,.