His hair was a little darker, and he was about my height, with a slimmer build than his brother. He greeted me first, holding out his hand. ‘Emma, r...ght?’ I nodded. ‘James,’ he introduced himself, then his attention turned to David. ‘I get the impression that Mom doesn’t like her much, so I like her already,’ he joked. We laughed, and David seemed to relax. James became more serious. ‘Good to see you, brother.’ ‘You, too. I’m glad you could make it this year. When did you get in?’ ‘Couple hours. The soldiers opened the door, grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the cell with some force. I was marched down a long corridor and into a dimly lit room. It was only lit by a couple of bare light bulbs and had an odd smell of sweat and electricity. It was that smell you get when electrical wires are overheating. It took my eyes a while to adjust to the darkness of the room. In it I saw a large heavy table that had a metal top and leather straps at all four corners. More leather straps. July watched as Mark dressed and was disappointed when he put jeans on covering his dick. They sat talking for half a hour before July left. As July walked back down the towpath she saw 16 year old John another gang member he had his hands inside his tracksuit trousers, July went up to him said ” you fucking wanking off” John smiled and replied not yet but I got a hard on” July looked and saw the tent in his trackies smiled and said ” get the fucking thing out” to her surprise John did as she. When the count entered the room the young man was carelessly stretched on a sofa, tapping his boot with the gold-headed cane which he held in his hand. On perceiving the count he rose quickly. "The Count of Monte Cristo, I believe?" said he."Yes, sir, and I think I have the honor of addressing Count Andrea Cavalcanti?" Count Andrea Cavalcanti," repeated the young man, accompanying his words with a bow."You are charged with a letter of introduction addressed to me, are you not?" said the.