I ran into the tunnel and was greeted by masses of the local equivalent of spider webs. Ah, that meant that the tunnel had not been used by humans for...some time, so Anslee and Neatty must still be inside the Manor House, and probably in the dungeon. I left a marker beacon at the tunnel entrance and radioed my troops on what to look for before I undertook to go very deep into the tunnel. None were shown on the plans I had, but I would not be surprised to find traps and deadfalls added by later. This time I wasn’t taking her crap and I let her know it. ‘I’m entitled to a little down time and treating myself to a beer after work IS going to happen!’ It went on like this for a couple of weeks and neither of us was letting up. Now it’s time to get back to how I ended up in the hospital emergency room. Remember I told you I always do things to the extreme? Well one night I came home by taxi after drinking one to many beers. I made it into the house and passed out on the couch. I woke up. How could she not. She looks surprised. Why the surprise? I want to ask. Didn’t you think I had it in me?Trish is giving no sign of recognising me, for obvious reasons. It’s mutual. In fact I pretend not to be looking, while keeping an eye on her out of the corner of my eye, seeing that she does indeed give repeated glances.An idea comes to me. I want to show her, Trish. I don’t know why, I just do. For some reason Trish being there brings something out in me. It’s not an act any longer when I. This was the first time some bad thoughts came to my mind. I thought of peeping for a while but was scared what if I would get caught. So left that idea and turned on the TV. Since it was a dish TV connection only boring channels were coming. I was tired of searching the channels I wanted. Then finally gave up and switched off the TV. Now I was sitting in a chair with my legs resting on the bed and reading all the unread WhatsApp messages. Since there were few porn videos in WhatsApp messages,.