" Fawkes said."WINE! Why would we waste our time storing wine when the fate of this country is in the hands of that heretic king?" Catesby said angril...."Peace my friend, we'll tell them that we're storing wine, but in reality we will be putting the gunpowder into the right position, you see that cellar extends under the House of Lords and, from what I've worked out, just under the thrones that James and the Queen will be seated on. It's ready made for our purposes."Catesby listened his anger. It was unthinkable ... she was small, and Graydon couldn't imagine...The rifle was in the closet, standing in the corner. It was loaded, 18 long-rifle hollow point rounds in its tubular magazine.In bare feet, shivering in fear and the cold air of the night, he grasped his rifle and jacked the lever down and back, sliding a bullet into the breech. This also cocked the prominent thumb-hammer back, ready to fire. From long habit, Graydon slid his index finger through the trigger guard. His thumb. Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice one, don't try and wind me up" and she obviously came back insisting she wasn't. I gave it the old "I must have written it down wrong" and she was laughing saying perhaps she had deliberately given me the wrong number to brush me off. Anyway the ice was broken and we started chatting.I was still in touch with hubby and was keeping him up to date. " Oh..."Kelly walked over with a tray. "Hey ladies," she said as she put the tray down and grabbed an empty chair and sat down. "I've got to say, Paula, Samantha is sure a cutie." Thank you, Kelly," Paula smiled. "She has been fantastic, and I'm happy."Samantha felt pride in her Mistress's words, and she was keen to keep her happy."I would like to test Samantha one day if that would be ok?" Kelly asked."Sure, you can test her out right now if you like?" Paula replied."Sorry not today, we are.