"No sir, I'm afraid not." Harlan D'Urzo, Hugo's most trusted advisor, replied as he stepped into the Regent's office."Damn it Harlan!" Hugo nearly sho...ted at his advisor as the grey little man came up to his desk, "Regency Day is but three weeks from today! I need that bloody crosier!"The crosier of which Hugo was speaking was a richly ornamented staff, covered in gold and stones. While the materials covering it meant that it was indeed a valuable item, the crosier's true worth was the fact. We had plenty of rifles and ammo so we were ready to fight a war.I gathered our folk together and we headed south and around. We saw no one and reached Whitesville without incident. We set a simple roadblock and I took four vehicles led by a light truck to look for the Memphian regiment between Whitesville and Henderson if they were still there. In a word or two, they weren’t. We reached the bridge without incident and without seeing any trace of a Memphian regiment turning off the road. We had. When this happened, I was thirteen, he was fifteen.Since this involves sex, I guess I should tell you what Paul and I look like.I was five-two, just over a hundred pounds, brunette hair down to just below my nipples, well, there's no other bodily landmark but that, so that's what it is: my nipples.I'd gotten some curves to my body in the last few years and, well, naked, I look pretty good. My boobs have just gone into B-cup and those nipples I've told you about are light pink and so sensitive.. Columbo knew better than to fuck with me. Well, with my father. I’d been inside this house three other times on various unpleasant business endeavors. It still surprised me how clean Harold had his girls keep it. It shone, gleamed. I imagined the surpassed fury as the girls scrubbed, polished, vacuumed, dusted every day, seven days a week. It smelled of lemon polish.Those poor, lost girls were also on their backs seven days a week at two cheap-ass motels on Paseo Boulevard. Columbo piled them.