I'd got a pile of back numbers of 'Country Life' and 'Horse and Hound' and a copy of "Debrett's Peerage & Baronettage". For this project I added a few...copies of Carriage Horse — the magazine for the British Horse Driving Trials Association. After that it was a matter of flogging through them. Looking at Carriage Horse for accounts of event winners and championship holders; checking out the "Lady This" or "Honourable That" in Debrett's and rooting through the other magazines for pictures that. “Blaine – you know what we’re going to do… and we’re going to do this my way, OK?” His hands shook as I began to undress him, locking his gaze with mine. “I don’t want to make love, I don’t even want to have sex… I want to FUCK… and I want you to fuck me… do you understand?” As I unzipped his jeans, I knew at least one part of him did. I looked down at his hard cock, about seven inches and nice and chubby, pulsing in my hand. I stoked it softly and heard his groans. “That will do very nicely,. If that happens then I’ll just deny I ever knew her. I release the catch to the communal door on the ground floor… I reckon she’s just started on the last flight – I can just make out the satisfying sound of naked knees and elbows scuffing on the worn stair carpet. I smiled a wicked smile and then discern a gentle knocking on my flat door – I am in no rush to open it. ‘Please let me in.’ She requests plaintively. I think of her flabby nude body with all its blemishes waiting outside and wonder. He would be many days in hospital before he recovered. He was confined to a private room. News reporters, staking out the lower floor which was as close as they were allowed to approach, were quick to note that several of the city's most prominent psychologists and psychiatrists were coming and going from the Bishop's floor. Their insistent questioning was met with denials and refusals to comment. But they suspected something more than 'fainting from stress and heat' had happened. They had.