" I am going to rest here tonight and leave first thing in the morning. Is there a suitable dwelling for us to stay in until then?" You could use the ...ommander's house, Milord," offered one of the sergeants."What of his family?" He sent them away last month, Milord," replied the same sergeant."Then have one of your men show us where it is. I also want you to see that the men who died today receive an honorable burial and that the Duke is sent back to his ancestral home for burial." Sergeant. "It took almost thirty minutes to get to Westminster Village. We went on a tour of the facility, which was nice, but the rooms were very small. We heard their sales pitch. Cost wasn't a concern to us. Grandfather could easily afford around the clock private nursing care.As we left I said, "It's not like your apartment on Park Avenue." Not hardly; but my friends say you adjust quickly and everything is convenient and close."I met his two friends. One was a retired Naval JAG officer. The other. The corridors were empty. The place was in silence. The on-call doctor would only come here if he was buzzed. It was unlikely anyone would darken the doors of the ward unless they were moving someone up from Casualty.“You are so fucking bold.”She slid behind me, her hands crossed, hugging my waist as she buried her nose in my brunette hair and kissed the back of my neck.“The poor bloke is in hospital on his birthday. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. I bet it would make his year for a couple of. ? I felt confident like I coulddo anything.? Like I could say anythingor get anything I ever wanted.? It feltso good to me.? I could simply sit andindulge myself on the possibilities the Wishing Stone could grant. It felt like some kind of psychological masturbation?only Iwasn?t touching myself.? I simply feltdelight and pure pleasure.? As if thevery core of my brain had switched itself on to a sixth sense.? I could feel emotions and sense things Ididn?t dare to dream possible.? I feltpower in.