" So does Guinevere," she giggled."Guinevere?" She fancies Lancelot." Excalibur belonged to Arthur not Lancelot." What was Lancelot's sword called?" N... idea. I'm not sure it had a name." Oh dear." Cheer up. Guinevere fancied Arthur long before Lancelot." OK, Arthur. Please can Guinevere go first?" Of course. Ladies first." Always the gent," she chuckled and gave him a loving peck as she scampered off to the ensuite bathroom.When she came back she jumped back into bed again. "Off you go,. Lois, the brunette, was naturally curly. I wondered if that was an all-over thing. Hey, a guy wonders É.As summer wore on, I helped the women with their lawn work, gave them tips on which tampon was the most effective and made plans for the big event of the season.They'd invited me to a cookout.I pondered catsup brands, ribbed-versus-smooth condoms and charcoal É and waited for Saturday evening. It had been a soggy summer and the mosquitoes sucked. As the day wore on, I wondered if Lois sucked. She was my family now. “Meredith, tell me of your family’s lineage,” she asked me. I told her as much as I could from memory about how our family was directly descended from a powerful warlock known only as ‘Cyril the Wise’. “His true name has been lost to history, but much of our strength and knowledge comes from him.” I went on to tell her about Allison and her teachings of our family’s knowledge of demons, both light and dark magic, and how to use it.“Cyril the Wise?” she asked me. “I know. Being spat at, sworn at, having used sanitary towels, shit filled nappies, and the contents of piss pots thrown at you doesn't endear you to those who do it. The filthy language, from children, young girls and women, had to be heard to be believed. What really got up my nose was that the majority of the local population, who were Republican supporters of the IRA, were living on welfare hand-outs paid for by the 'hated British' taxpayer. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you!OK, so maybe I.