Hancock told him he didan excellent job, and to be there at six the following morning tohelp with breakfast. That night he told Harriet they had to hi...e more help to serve themeals and clean. Harriet said she would look into it. He said rightnow there was only one other girl serving. The next morning he was in the kitchen at six. Mrs. Hancock toldhim to get his apron on. He asked where they were kept and she tookhim to the second floor staff room and gave him locker number five.Inside were. She just didn’t wake up. Oh, God, she just didn’t wake up. He looked down the hallway through the destroyed doorway. There was no one there and while there was extensive damage, he thanked God there was no fire rushing through the wooden building. At least the water spraying throughout the room kept everything wet. Help hadn’t come, it wasn’t coming, it was up to him to save his wife, just as he had done so long ago in Venice. He rolled over onto his knees, pushed up with his arms and finally. She stood up and brushed the dirt and filth from her dress cursing the man as she noticed a rather large rip in her petticoat that would have to be mended costing her a dinner’s worth of coin to fix. “Bastard could ‘ave at least left me enough to mend me skirt,” she said in the street dialect that she was finally beginning to pick up after all these years. She picked the coins up from the gutter and deposited them in her pocket wiping her hands clean of the filth that had covered them on her. The energy of his intense sexuality was like radiation filling the room; it penetrated us deeply and made all our cells tingle.****So, how in the world did we all get here? What strange portal of imagination brought us all together where two grown men were naked together in a room with a teenage guy? Before I get into the details, let’s take a step back and allow me to give you some perspective. First, a bit about myself, I would say that I am a very reasonable, grounded and straight man in my.