Helena pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pocket of her robe and lit her first of the morning as she sat on a long couch and considere... the day ahead. Her interview for American television was in two hours and a meeting afterwards had been canceled, so another had been moved up from the afternoon into its place. Her hairdresser was coming to the castle to give her a touch-up before she faced cameras and would be here by the time she usually got out of the bath. She’d look her. “So long as you don’t have any dishonourable intentions.” “Hey, I’m not that kind of cherub!” Cupid lied as he followed her across the golden sands, unable to draw his eyes away from her perfect ass. *** Florence lived in a small, homely cottage, the kind that seemed to have jumped straight off the pages of a fairy story. Honeysuckle grew around the door and a big weeping willow tree stood at the side of the house. There was a cobbled path which led through a tangled garden of flowers and. Then suddenly my thoughts got disturbed by a knock on the front door. This of course just annoyed me even more.I almost threw the door open and was ready to moan at whoever it was when I saw it was my neighbour. Paul was standing there looking scared as if I was about to eat him.He held out a glass dish and quickly said, “Sherry asked me to bring this back to you, sorry if it’s a bad time.”I then felt a little guilty and said, “I’m sorry Paul, I’m in a really bad mood. Thanks for returning. But after that I suffered quietly. I was determined to overcome any challenge the captain threw at me; I had to, if I wanted to live. And I had discovered that I did want to live, very much. I had even begun to hope that I might survive this foolhardy expedition, and that I had more future than a whore.I now knew that some in the squad had similar problems to mine. They were alcoholics, they needed to drink. The captain had said that while we were taking wine into the mountains, it would be.