He looked at her and just shook his head. He was laughing too hard to speak. Finally he regained control. "Honey, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me," he...said. "It's just so damned funny! Last night was the third time I've been to bed with a girl. How old are you, anyway?" I'm twenty-seven," she replied, now starting to smile as she saw where he was going."Honey, I'm thirty-two — soon to turn thirty-three." His face fell. "Am I too old for you?" he asked with his concern showing in his voice.Jill. Suddenly, a bag went over my head and everything went black with a fierce pain in my neck. I woke up with a potato sack bag on my head and I was tied to a chair naked, I suddenly pause when I heard foot steps coming near the door. The strange guy said Ohh so early in the morning you havent even take a shower like the regular mornings. Then he cut the ropes roughly and dragged me off the chair mostly scraping my back across the carpet. By the time get got there my arms were sore and my back. "Enter!" I called, and the Castellan came through the door."You wished to speak to me, my Lord?" he asked.Yes, Castellan. What is your name? I dislike addressing you by your title all of the time," I told him."It is all right, my Lord. I'm quite used to it by now. My name is Turlogh O'Laghlen. My family has been the Castellans here for four generations," he told me with pride."I see. Have you any writing skills, Turlogh?" I asked."Yes, my Lord. I write very well." You needn't address me as my. ’ Megan asked to see the other trees and Caitlyn proudly showed them to her. Andrew then showed Megan that all the women in the house had their own mistletoe. A large one for Denise, a medium one for Abigail, and two small ones for Caitlyn and Megan were hung in different doorways. Andrew kept pulling Megan to her doorway to ensure he could keep the Christmas spirit. Megan for her part was not complaining. ‘Megan’ Caitlyn called ‘you are supposed to take a berry from the mistletoe each time.