The Rectory household consisted of the rotund, red faced, Rector and his slim, shy, timid looking wife, who was at least twenty years younger than the...cleric. Added to these was a curate, a spindly looking youth, who laboured under the twin evils of the unfortunate name of Gethsemane Goosepath, and of being Welsh. He had a room in the Rectory but seemed to spend most of his time on his knees in the church. There was also a cook, whom I never met, but the food she provided was the best I have. This is goin' to be a nasty surprise for both of them." I'll see them two bastards in jail over this," Angus fumed."We can only hope. It would serve them right. All we have to do now is to prove the signature is a forgery," Rance growled."How hard will that be?" Marion asked."I don't know. One thing for certain, though, we're not goin' to let Prentice get away with this."Rance called the police department and spoke to someone in charge, explaining that he believed a fraud had been committed. And there are people that help this man get what he wants. Sometimes they can be lovers scorned...other times it can be parents going through financial strains and see they have no other way to help them make ends meet. And then there are those men that have fantasies of raping their own daughters but aren't allowed to do it where they live for fear of being ostracized and arrested. So they send their daughters to what their daughters think they are going to: a boarding school in another. Yes your bottom is nicely in the air boy, pointing at the audience so that they can have a clear view of the proceedings ey" and it was indeed a clear view for all to see, Martha was just satisfied and never even worried why she was skipped. Perhaps Mr Jordan want to end with her, she thaught. The cane was raised and came back with a zipping thwack after been tapped a few times, Mr Jordan was really putting that cane to good use and going through the two underpants by the reaction of.