He swooned at the sound of his name coming from her voice and her lips followed with my darling emphasizing his place in her heart and in her mind. �...Tonight, you come to my house,’ she whispered her sweet breath that tickled his ear with promises of things to come. ‘I’ll cook you dinner…we’ll have wine…’ she paused, ‘we’ll make love.’ She pulled away from him, folded a piece of paper, and placed it in his hand. Her words, we’ll make love, endlessly echoed his excited anticipation of the. I was safe and warm in his arms. We fell asleep, just like that.The next morning, one of EJ's cousins woke us up.“What?” EJ said, groggily.“Your mom is going to be mad is she finds you in here,” Anthony said.“Okay, I'll lock the door.” He got up and pushed Anthony out. He locked my door and went to his room and locked that door too.“I don't think I can go back to sleep,” I told him as he got back in bed.“Me either,” EJ replied. “Can you take me to get the pills?”“No problem.”I went in the. I passed a room full of young boys and girls in their bright red page clothes. I swear I heard the words "flunky" and "old fart" drift out.My instructions, once I had told the young page I would accept the summons, were to meet "Lord Morgan" in his office near the back of the Palace. I felt that if I was going to the back of the Palace anyway, I might as well peek in on the kitchens.Did I mention that I was a cook?Dressed in my casual peasant robes, I didn't attract much attention at first.. By the time I had finished she had sat down and poured more wine for herself and lifting an empty glass “join me ?”. Being more of a lager man than wine , but also being polite ,I sat down with her as she poured . Helen was in her late forties , her husband died of cancer about four years ago but she stayed on living in their bungalow where I helped out with the mowing and more manual work. She was fake blond , trim from lots of walking and was a lovely lady always polite and generous ,.