So they tied up the cotton bedsheets into a long “Rapunzel Rope” and secured one end to the heaviest object in the room –the solid-Oak bedframe�...�and they climbed down out of the 2nd-story Window, clinging to the rope of twisted bedsheets.It was a success!They escaped with Manoong who’d lingered outside the Palace Grounds, and they fled back to Shen-Wong who was waiting for them at their small Shanghai “Favella” hut on the outskirts. They’d have to flee the City, lest they be caught and. Royal High Hill? Ever heard of it?”“Oh yeah, all the posh gits go there!”“Yep that’s the one! Well I was on this trip and I was caught...misbehaving on the bus ride on the way down. And I was expelled on the spot...”“Oh God, really?”“Yeah, didn’t help when one of the teachers hated me. Even worse, I was kicked off the bus there and then. On a motorway, in the middle of nowhere, in thick snow, without food or water or a coat...”“Oh my God... Wait...snow? That was...8 days ago!”“Yep”“Fuck! You. Right now, I'd like to rest, wake me up when we land." "Will do." I leaned on his shoulder, and covered up with my blanket. Joel wrapped his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head, resting his cheek on top of my head. * "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, your room is ready, have a great stay." We walked to the elevator, and I smirked and said, "See, benefits of dating me, I have your last name and can be Mrs. without marriage." He sighed, "What can I do to change your mind." "Well, I would THINK. He was suitably flustered when Sir Robert and Mr. Emerson toasted him repeatedly and praised his conduct."Once you are recovered enough, we shall have to have a few of the neighbours over. They're quite anxious to meet you," Connington stated. "But that will have to wait until after the interview at the Admiralty, eh?"He winked at his son-in-law who smiled at Anson benevolently."Leonard Polwheal-Adams is the man you must interview, my dear Anson. You will find him quite receptive to your.