I’m hoping he can get in contact, and we can figure out what to do from there. We have access to more safe houses as well as access to getting him o...t of the country, if that becomes necessary, thanks to our friends,” George explained.“I’m hoping he trusts us enough to let us help him figure out what the fuck happened and either get him to where he needs to be or get him home.”The large man made his way down the steps onto the floor of the tunnel and slowly over to the cart for his daily. ”“Perhaps… wait, do you see that? In the distance?”Shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun, Lancelot replied, “I do. It appears to be a dark smoke cloud. It seems that Arthur let the flames grow out of control.”“No, that would never happen,” Guinevere said firmly. “Even in his distraught state, the rest of Arthur’s men would have never allowed those flames to endanger the citizenry of Camelot.”“Then there is only one other explanation: Mordred.”“What?!”Lancelot sighed. “He is. Also, they happened to be in the sitting room, underneath our bedroom, and a pipe comes up through the floor. We can here everything from downstairs perfectly."But how long have you known him?" Mum asked"It doesn't matter. He is the one." You've told me that before." Mum, I was younger then, too young. It is different. And he wants to live with me. We've found a house. A three bed, it'll be perfect for all four of us." Four?" Yeh, me, John, the baby and Rose."Why the fuck did she want to take. .. but I hear the snap of a fastener, then a zip, then the rustle of material. I dip my head to the mirror. The bathroom door is slightly ajar. I see an enticing slice of teenage thigh. Denim jeans descending, pale flesh taking its place. Tanned slender arms drawing floppy T over head. Lots of firm, smooth, girlish flesh. She comes out in the bra and the matching red thong and I swear, I almost ejaculated right there and then!Jesus!This little cutie, without the floppy gear, without the jeans.