I parked the car, grabbed my bag and pressed the front door bell. No turning back now. My heart stirred as I heard someone on the other side. The doo... opened wide and there was Philip who greeted me with a warm smile. He was barefoot and wore only a tight t-shirt and a pair of white body-hugging boxers. Before I even walked over the threshold he caught me checking out his bulbous packet. Once he shut the door he took my bag, dropped it on the floor, put his arms around my waste and kissed me. Be not ashamed of your lust. If you were a normal... a mundane, you would have never come looking for such lore. The account that follows is far from the well-trodden lanes awash with horse shit and human refuse. If you wanted such a life, you would never have found this tome. But let me continue with the tale, as I'm sure I have teased your demented appetite sufficiently.The spice routes to the south are well traveled, and a man of resource such as myself may turn a handsome profit along such. "It's not all history. Part of Harry Potter was filmed there." Will we have chance to have a peek after eating?" I think Ms Pollock gave us enough time."So it was after a delicious lunch and a guided tour of the Cathedralincluding the cloisters that they made their way back to the counciloffices in the docks. The sky was clouding over and rain threatened asthey went into the building."Can I help you?" said the rather bored looking receptionist."We have an appointment with Ms Pollock," explained. I walked back to the great hall but instead of using the main doors I used a small side door and stand against the wall in case Lord Keir needed me. The hall was pretty full of the Brothers by this stage and the noise was almost deafening. All of a sudden I could hear the sound of trumpets and a called shouting ?Dark Brothers please rise and be quit for the entry of thy Lord Keir?. As Lord Keir entered the hall the men clapped and cheered him and then bowed there head and sll together.