“Lets get dinner, where’s your favourite place to eat?” Charles asked smiling.“The Italian on Palace Street, but you won’t get a table, you ...eed to book,” I replied relieved we wouldn’t be going there.“Nonsense, I know the owner,” Charles said happily.Emily walked in ahead of us, her dress had ridden up, her bottom visible, I reached out to pull her dress back into place. He stopped me, pushed my arm away. The table on the mezzanine was free, it would be, everyone could see us. We sat down.. " He laughed, a sadistic and mocking laugh that showed his disregardfor any feelings but his own. The Messenger began to undress, taking histime and savouring the heady and fear-filled atmosphere in the room. Slowlyand methodically he removed his clothes and folded each garment carefullybefore placing it to the side. Both women averted their eyes as he stripped naked, the daughter fromembarrassed politeness and the mother from disgusted fear. The Messenger began, grasping the woman's clothing. I could see, now, why this stretch of woods was so popular as a place to hide. By now, I was bored with my fruitless search, and was about ready to give up. But, then, my luck changed.I was riding through a small river valley when I smelled a small whiff of smoke. It had the fragrant aroma of bacon and coffee tucked in among the more usual odors associated with a small fire. This was certainly worth investigating, and I thought that caution might be the order of the day.I dismounted and hitched. It was still hard for him not to feel sorry for himself. Until he had seen Rachel's rage played out in her torture of Julio he had been hoping that a few days or weeks of living near her would bring her to see him as an alternative to being alone. Now all he hoped for was that she did not hold her experience with Julio against all men.It was afternoon when Seamus finally decided that he could not sleep and sought out the other people living in the cabin. His father was seated at the table when.