A chap just want’s the thrill of the chase, bit of fun and then send the result to the orphanage. No harm done. No bloody house full of bawling b...ats.I was feeling nice and warm, pleasantly fuzzy, not pissed you understand definitely not rat assed, just tipsy, jolly, up for a bit of how’s your father. I had the maid roused on some pretext and after supping my supper of a meat pie and a quart or two of ale I pounced.She eluded me. I chased her, along the corridor, up the servants stairs. The guide was adept at handling such a large crowd and led them to the next bar, pointing out locations of interest along the way. At the last pub, the group lingered after their guide left, chatting and making small talk. Steve and his friends were making plans to go dancing and he turned to invite Eve. ‘If it’s okay with your dad,’ he added formally. One of the girls with him smacked him on the back of his head, bursting into laughter. ‘Dude, that’s not her dad, you moron,’ she sputtered.. He peeled to his boxers and grabbed a water bottle from the freshly-iced cooler. She shimmied herself down to a sports bra and panties, walking as she did so and took a Diet Coke.With his monster Mag Light he found the battery-powered TV, propped himself on the couch so that the least amount of skin touched the fabric, balanced the TV on his stomach and watched a fuzzy image of the Olympics. Below the track and field highlights ran a crawler providing updates on when certain areas would regain. The next day he would fly a set heading and course, and work his way back to the lodge.What if indeed he had been wrong, and the twin-engine plane belonged to a "religious commune" instead of missionaries. They may have scouted "recruits" and the black plane would pick them up when they had one. That plane always seemed to be there on weeks that the black one wasn't. The next day he would check the records of the visits by both.If that was so, then chances were good that the commune had their.