I will stay pay as if you guys had been here working.” Mr. Anders nodded, “Quite understandable. Sure we can do that. I bet the guy would like ...o have a day off anyway.” Mr. Anders then folded up his charts and told everyone to take the day off. When they had all left, Mr. Logan went back in and got the card of the Sergeant number and called him. He explained his thought on the working guys. The Sgt. agreed and said he would look into the records of all of them.” Mr. Logan then hung up. Her obvious and urgent arousal shocked him though, a mature lady of the class and a stature that he had encountered on many social occasions responding with such undisguised urges. Lady Charlotte’s hand was reaching between the folds of her white towelling gown. “My god” thought Sharpe “she is going to lie here and pleasure herself.” To his surprise Nurse Grey swiftly grabbed the hand and looped it into a leather strap at the side of the couch. Lady Charlotte moved the other hand up sharply as. “The first song in the medley was written by Tomasz,” Lynn announced, generously gratified, as was the Pole, by the audience’s thunderous appreciation. “Karol’s Wake. It’s about the late Pope, I think. The second two are new songs of mine, as yet untitled.” Then, as is traditional at this stage in the gig, Lynn introduces her sidemen by name. As always it is Paul who gets the loudest yelps of appreciation. Lynn knows that it isn’t just his playing that earns the audience’s adoration but that. As if reading my mind, mum squeezed my hand, "Not for a year or two yet darling," she said softly, and Jill squeezed my other hand gently."There's an evening market in the village tonight." mum said brightly. "Anyone fancy it?" Have we got any money left?" I asked rolling my eyes in mock horror."Bloody thousands," Jill laughed. "Come on you two go and get a shower while I make tea, then I'll get one after." Now there's an offer you can't refuse," mum said as she started upstairs giggling as I.