Her heart was heavy thinking about all the sorrow Junior had caused her, all the lies. Now back on familiar ground, she began to wonder about a specia... man she’d left behind. She knew where to find him — both at work and at home. She knew his phone number. But she didn’t contact him. Instead, to fill the void, the emptiness in her heart, she often took time to reflect on the endless memories she made with this man. She closed her eyes and whispered his name out into the Universe. ‘Bill.’ Bill. Under the symbol of a ledger and quill, Lord Daverigne, the High Steward, a young and vital boyhood friend of the King, coughed. “Well, that was quite a performance.”“You should have seen Daulton when he came to me with these charges,” Lord Cyriaque, the slend and foppish Royal File, chuckled when he leaned back in his chair, “He was prepared for a fight even then. Kept complaining about our beloved king being a ‘debauched, greedy, useless emperor just like they had in the Old Empire’. I had to. Her dad sat on what looked to be his chair and turned the television on. We didn’t have a TV and I was impressed with theirs. A knock on the door turned out to be a girl friend of Linda’s. She went and talked to the girl and then popped her head round the door and said “Do you mind if I go to Helen’s for ten minutes”? Without giving me time to answer, Mrs Bird said “No, he doesn’t mind; you get off and I’ll look after him”.As soon as Linda closed the door, her mother said to me “Let me show you. He took some comfort though when she added that perhaps Tony wasn't quite that old.Tony had, right at the start, hatched a plot that he was going to try out. He'd gone to the local charity shop and searched around for old magazines of the type that would appeal to a young girl like Yvonne. He'd bought a pile of these magazines, and had them ready to use just as soon as he thought the time was right.It was towards the end of the second week, after he'd talked with his lovely, young neighbour for.