As they ate, the old woman asked: "And now, young man, tell me - what's your name?" "I'm Enoch, the Honourary Troll!" Enoch said. "And you, old man?" ...he asked, turning to Apostrophe. "I'm Apostrophe, Fence of all the Bowery!" Apostrophe cried. "Ah, then you are the ones whom I seek!" the old woman cried, grabbingtheir wrists in a grip of iron. All of a sudden, they found themselves back at the tower, in the room whereEnoch had stolen the Essence only hours before. "Yes - I am Clarissa. “It’s okay Ben, I think I can take it from here.” “You two know each other then?” I asked, too surprised to worry about the blindingly obvious answer to the question. “You could say that, yes,” said Richard, in his slightly slimy, patronising-students voice. “Since he was about, ooh, so high,” indicating with his hand. I have to admit I was starting to panic a little, despite the fact that there was absolutely nothing to panic over. Knowing my luck, this young man would turn out to be the son. All I could do was hold her, tell her how much I loved her and that I was sure she would come home to us soon. Rachel took out her pain on me by telling me that I was a dreamerand that if Mark lost control he was capable of anything. She cried as I held her close again, promising that if she did come out of this ok, then he would never see her again, if she had to move then that was what she would do, I continued to comfort her as much as I could, telling her that I would sell up everything and. Her head on my upper back, tracing lines with her nails up and down and around on my back, sometimes lightly, sometimes it seemed near to drawing blood. She traced words and had me guess. Squeezed my ass, ran a finger down my crack and back up to my shoulders. Then she began kissing me in a similar way, all over my back, taking little bites, kissing my butt, biting hard enough to leave a mark, then up my back. Leaning away she took me by the wrist, brought my hand to her mouth, licked each.