I take it from its wall-hook, and go up to the altar. I ask Fr.Joe if he is prepared to do penance for his sins. He agrees. I begin paddlinghis ass wi...h the metal cross, Fr. Joe's pale little buns quivering in theflickering candelight. Again and again, I strike the bespectacled littlepriest's quivering ass with the cross, and soon those pale globes of fleshare an angry crimson, glowing dully in the candlelight. He groans and cries,and he squirms on top of the old altar, humping his hard-again. As he stumbles groggily down the stairs, he glances at the calendar hanging on the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs. Saturday, January 9th; it?s his 22nd today, he?s hoping for a fun day.As he?s entering the kitchen, he sees his mum cooking his breakfast. He sits down at the table.?Simon!, you gave me a fright, Happy birthday son, How are you?? she says as puts on bacon, sausages and an eggs on his plate "Not bad thanks, Mum, a little tired still," says Simon Simon then gets up and walks. " Well, what does it signify, Valentine, so long as I am satisfied, and feel that even this long and painful suspense is amply repaid by five minutes of your society, or two words from your lips? And I have also a deep conviction that heaven would not have created two hearts, harmonizing as ours do, and almost miraculously brought us together, to separate us at last." Those are kind and cheering words. You must hope for us both, Maximilian; that will make me at least partly happy." But why must. Her Anglicized name was “Valerie”. Valerie’s Soviet cryptonym was appropriately “Honey”. Okay no jokes about “honey traps.” That really was her cover name. Jean at this time was a twenty-two year old hoping to complete his Phd dissertation after the war. Valerie was almost the same age. In selecting the dark complexioned sylphlike twenty-one year old Valeriya the Cheka team in charge of Britain had found the perfect bait to tempt Langham. The arrival of Valeriya on the scene was the precursor.