After chatting to several old colleagues and a couple of heartwarmingminutes with a still very sympathetic Maureen who'd wanted to stay buthad to leav... for an urgent meeting, I'd looked for an empty table andordering a large coffee sat down to go through our latest bankstatements.Suddenly I overheard a couple of ladies at the next table talking about anew and interesting antique jewellery shop that had just opened recentlyin the same arcade where I had met that strange Father Christmas on. Not sixpack-tight or overly large, but tight and defined.They passed the remote back and forth, shuffling through Netflix. “Ugh, we watched that one just last week,” one said. “Nothing looks good right now.” She flopped over onto her sister, waving the remote around for someone else to take.Lydia caught it. She was shorter than the twins, thought at least the same weight with her heavier-set frame. She was a mousier kind of cute, with her thick, dark brown hair and round cheeks. Pretty, green. He said he wanted me to wear a blindfold so it was completely anonymous. I agreed to wearing a blindfold and he gave me his address. I drove over to his place and walked up to the door. There was a note on the door that said to put the blindfold on then knock so I put on the blindfold and knocked. After a couple of seconds I heard the door open and I was told to come in. He grabbed my arm and led me to a room that must have been at the back of the house. We entered a room and as the door shut. To the best of my knowledge, even the clients that I’ve helped assist with a blackmail problem have never learned that in fact I was the true master blackmailer hiding in the shadows, being now paid to resolve the problem… quietly and secretly. Or handling the return of stolen items that my own men had burgled, or ‘recovered’ from some thief’s market at a most modest price… plus reasonable expenses. Yes, I am a bounder and a cad… but I don’t like my betters reminding me of it! Being true, the.