It was clear that the envoy had managed to figure out that I was the 'Prince Sean' that his message referred to. That was obvious in his reply."I will...do well enough, my Prince." Nonsense. Mom, I take it that it would be all right for Cormac to use the spare bedroom?"She wasn't happy about it, but accepted the inevitable by nodding her agreement once again."I'll show you where it is, Cormac. Maybe I can find something else for you to wear, something a little more comfortable?"The spare bedroom. When she got closer there stood someone waving their arms madly, trying to flag someone down for help. Every time a car passed they got drenched with the slush. At first she hesitated in stopping, because it might not be a safe idea. After pondering things awhile, she decided why not, it was Christmas and no one should spend it stranded. Slowing down, she pulled off the road behind the vehicle and noticed the person was a man.He approached her car and she rolled the window down. His. Not knowing what else she could possibly do under the circumstances, she slowly walked towards it, trembling in fear with each step. The smooth stone floor chilled her bare feet; she imagined it was made of the same black marble as the door. She wished she still had her smartphone; she wished she could call the police, her parents, or just about anyone else to come to her rescue. But even if she had it, what good could it do her? Would she get any bars of signal in here?"Is anyone in here?" She. ” I agreed, as I didn’t have any specific plans for the evening.“What about Dee?” I asked. She was not aware back then that her daughter, my older cousin Dee, and I had lost our virginity to each other several years ago and had been in a sexual relationship since then. Aunty Sheen had obviously kept her illicit relation with me a secret from her everyone, including her daughter. “It’s okay. I’ll tell her I’ve got some work outside.” She explained.‘All right. I’ll be home in half hour.”“Great!”.