‘Hi Aida.’ A deep low voice said. It was he! Alex Jefferson. ‘Oh…h…hi,’ her voice trembled a little at the sound of his voice. ‘I hope y...u like the dress…’ he said. ‘Erm… thank you, it’s er…nice,’ she answered not really truthfully. ‘So have you pack your things or would you need help in that area?’ Alex asked. ‘Pack my things? Why?’ said Aida questioningly. ‘You do realize you will be staying with me…no?’ said Alex to her. ‘Staying with you??’ Suddenly it dawned on her that she was expected to. Then it was all over. The man was skewered on Sir Donald’s sword, and then was lying dead in the street.”“Four dead!” exclaimed the Bishop.“Well, he did give them a chance to leave,” Henry told them.“That’s as may be, now let me get changed and cleaned up. I want to see those papers.”Another bath was drawn, and she got cleaned and changed. Donald and Isabella sat with the others as they examined the papers they had found. The Bishop and Isabella read the papers“Well, you seemed to have struck. And when it did it was too fucking small for me to even feel!!Our thing ended as soon as we both had girls to fuck regularly. I went totally straight then and stayed straight for the next 25 years until my divorce.Divorce meant sexual freedom and I played both sides. I knew I had some unfinished sexual business - big dick in my ass kind of business.I wasn't gay and had no gay friends or even casual friends of friends of friends to help me out. So I did it all by myself. Patiently and never. I looked at him perplexed and asked, “Is that what I asked John about earlier when a man called me “the prize” and he said he would let you explain?”Anthony responded, “Yes. And I will explain soon. Just remember, it’s all for charity.”We made our way back to the main party room and my husband and Megan were there, sitting at the table talking as if they'd been there all along.I looked at him naturally and jokingly said, “I’m sorry that took so long. I hope you weren’t too bored stuck here with.