Increasingly I was asked for help. I would ride North or to the low coasts with my Roman cavalry – not all Roman, but armoured and armed like Roman ...orse soldiers. We could move quickly when we were begged for help, and then we would raise an army and defeat the Picts, or the Saxons, or the Jutes, or the Angles or other rough and ready invaders, looking to feast on the dying embers of a rich world.Wenneuereia was my queen now, she was mine, almost exclusively. Only when her bloody time was on. "We stopped by at Ron's office, his secretary said he was with a client but shouldn't be too long, she expressed her horror at the way De Vent attacked me and the way things shaped up. A little while later Ron came out of his office and escorted his client out."Hello you two, what brings you to my humble office?" Humble my foot," laughed Jess "it's a palace built on the misfortunes of your clients."We all had a bit of a chuckle before getting down to business."What are the rules regarding. “Let me do this, Jack.”“Amy… this isn’t like you…”“It is,” she purred, “this is what you do to me.”For weeks, her flirtation incensed him. Spellbound now, beyond his comprehension, Amy the dormouse roared.Watching him, curled lips leered with permission; her restless hands rattled the sturdy belt buckle. The rasp of the metal fly broke the silence and seagulls cried. His internalised alarm written on his face, she giggled, and pulled on his hips.He tried to find words that might reduce her. Kenfocused in on the only item to catch his eye so far - a simple coffeemug. The mug was plain brown inscribed with the words "A year from nownone of this will matter." In the last six months, this had become hisunofficial motto."As much as I really like the box this basket came in, I'm going to haveto swap it for this completely dull coffee mug."With that, he swapped with Mary, and took his mug and tried to find aseat.Ken moved across the room until he found a small space on the floor tosit.