"Hello?" Mr. Woodhouse, Cynthia Gilbert again." Hello, Ms. Gilbert." No more fucking around, do you know this Tyballa's background? She says she's som... kind of royal, is that true?" Ms. Gilbert, I'm not sure if –" Can it, Woodhouse! We're on the same side here, I think. We both want what's worse for Tyballa. Am I right?" It's not that simple." I'm making it that simple. I want her out of this school, but her keepers over in London keep throwing money at my board, and they're nothing if not for. I beckoned her in and offered her a drink; “coffee would be nice” she said and I put the kettle on. I guided her into the lounge inviting her to make herself comfortable. I poured myself another glass of red wine and took the drinks into the lounge. I took the note out of the sideboard drawer and handed it to Frankie. “I never really checked the writing until I got home because I thought it might be Sarah but it’s not her handwriting” I said. Frankie looked at and said slowly “Oh my God; this. What the hell had happened?She clawed back through her memory. The last thing she could remember was Jason leaving after their delightful, and should never be repeated, cum-spewing romp in the shower. He’d left to order lunch while she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. She had toweled off and minimally dried her hair, trusting that it would be fully ready to go by the time she had to drive Jason back to the mall.She had left the bathroom and crossed the bedroom, picking up her discarded. As she arrived in the town the first dwelling she encountered was a quaint wooden cottage to her right. On the left there appeared to be no dwellings, just open fields with a few farm animals scattered about. This first cottage was fairly isolated and the next dwelling beyond it, was about a quarter mile away. Sylvia knew there was no camping site in the village and wondered if the occupants of the home would allow her to set up her tent, on their plot. She even hoped that with some luck she.