He spoke the King’s English with a regrettable French accent because in the British view, the French were becoming more and more suspect with their ...ealings with the Rebel rabble. Mister Brown was an advisor to the French crown having spent almost two decades in training the silver spoon young males of royalty the tricks of surviving a duel to the death with slender slivers of Toledo steel. I had never seen him with a firearm in his hand so I presume he could be added to the list of “silent”. I had never seen a naked girl in person before. Seeing you wearing a bikini by the pool was close enough." Did you ever think about having sex with me?" she asked bluntly."Sometimes. That's every guy's reaction to seeing a hot babe, even if it was his sister. I wasn't proud of it, but whatever."Lynn smiled. "I enjoyed hearing your answer." Now what's the secret you were going to tell me?”, I asked quizzingly. "What do you want to know?" Weren't you going to tell me something interesting?". Is there anything you need from the shops?" Yes: food and furniture polish, oh, and some more washing powder." Well make a list before the hairdresser comes and I'll get it all for you." OK." Later on today we must do the list of other people who were abused."Becca sobered up momentarily. "Yeah, OK," and then she added with a grin, "Who's going to check I haven't made it all up to get my own back?" Cheeky girl," he smiled back. "You never would but, since you ask, I plan to get one of my people. My fantasy was to have a handsome hard-bodied man take me to prom, proud to have me clinging to his arm in a low low low cut dress that made every other guy envy him the soft globes of mammary flesh that settled softly on his arm. And he, of course, would be a dashing hero type, with muscles on his muscles and fighting the inevitable hardon that my sexy bod would spontaneously manifest in him.And we would be the belles of the ball, as it were.Fantasies, as they usually do, fall apart at first.