Uh-oh, there was a scratching at the door. Jack was ready to come in. Now we would get the official report on the condition of the neighborhood. Johnn... let him in, and Jack came into the living room to be with the rest of us. He plopped down in his usual place, and I interpreted that as a sure sign that Jack considered this to be a livable neighborhood.Johnny had his own radio that operated off of batteries, and there was a new one in it. He was assigned the job of checking every hour to see if. “But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remain loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city fathers asked me now.“What’s your name, good fellow?” I confronted him now.“I am called Hugh Renard, milord. Well, sir, what shall we do?” he continued. You feel me get off my knees on the bed and leave the room. I come back and you feel me hold a glass to your lips. It’s the wine which I’d come around for so long ago it seems.We lay next to each other for a while refreshing ourselves and you can feel the heat of my body pressed against you. You are only allowed what wine I give you and you still can’t see anything.Just as you start to relax, I get up and start to undo the scarves around your ankles. You’re relieved that your legs are free but. Timmy, your previously mentioned nephew, simply mutters a hello. He spoke little, and wasn't particularly notable when he did deign to speak, but his memory was downright uncanny, making him valuable at filling in blanks you may have carelessly left in your notes. Slim, pale, lightly muscled but stronger than he looks, he cuts a decent figure himself, with a handsome face hidden somewhere behind that unsure expression. With some confidence he could be a real lady-killer.Then there's you, Alex.