She waited, listening intently but she could hear nothing from within. She knew she wouldn’t; Sir Givens was a careful, suspicious man – it was wh... he’d been able to retire relatively whole. She waited for a moment and then pounded on the door once more.“Sir Givens; please,” she hated the sound of her own voice, the way it trembled and pled but she had nothing left. She knew her mentor would help; he had to. “I am Gillen Hawksley, your old student and now First of the Third Platoon of Royal. I did not have any intention of doing anything but definitely looked forward to a great friendship. We reached the café about an hour later and ordered something to drink and eat. She used to smoke a lot and I was against it. Nonetheless, I liked the smell of it coming from her body.We sat next to each other looking in each other’s eyes and waiting for someone to take the first move, probably! She came closer to me and put her hands on me and rested her head on my shoulders. Later, she kept her. One corner was full of whatever shit there was no other place for, all piled up, spilling onto the floor. The dresser was covered in books, magazines, laundry and who-knows-what. Along the wall there was a long table covered in computer parts, electronic gizmos, wires and whatever else it was my dad was playing with these days.The old guy had suddenly become Mr.Tech-savvy, an embracer of technology, and self-taught computer guru.Melanie closed and locked the door. With a sexy grin and a toss of. Her grave is isolated because an access path built a few weeks after her burial separated it from both the old cemetery and all the other graves in the new area. ***On Saturday morning, after breakfast, I sat at the kitchen table with the ingredients before me. I measured carefully, using modern equivalents of the very small medieval weights. The drink was mainly water and a couple of teaspoonfuls of anything alcoholic. I used Vodka. The other items including the scr****gs from Phyllis’ grave.