A block and a half over was a pub he remembered visiting not long after he’d hit the legal age. He narrowed his eyes at the red brick building with ...ts black awning reaching out to cover the small outdoor seating area. At the moment, the tables and chairs outside were stacked against the main building, it was too cold now most days to sit outside. Exhaling slowly, he moved past the railing and walked inside, grateful for the immediate wash of noise and fried food smells that greeted him. His. ‘Sit up,’ I said, almost like I would give an order to a junior soldier. ‘For what?’ ‘So we can talk.’ ‘OK, but one thing first: what’s your name?’ ‘Dorian, but most of my friends call me DJ.’ She chuckled. ‘Wow, DJ… Do you realize that we’ve been having sex all this time, and this is the first time I’ve even asked you what your name was?’ Honestly, it had somehow completely evaded me at the time. I opened the back door and peeked at the wall clock, it was 6:15 am. ‘Wow, I’ve never done that. I grabbed a pillow quickly and threw it onto my lap, hiding my rampant erection. He smiled knowingly and scooted closer, his naked thigh touching mine. "You know, I saw that your cock that you have hidden with the pillow has grown and is hard", "His hand trailed slowly up and down my leg, and I felt like I was on fire. I pressed the pillow more firmly into my lap."he said, his eyes looking me up and down, an approving look on his face. He gave me a cat like smile and leaned a little closer.His. "However there is something here in London you may be able to help us with. One of my men is undercover with a group of radicals whose leader may well be 'Cato'. If you could confirm that suspicion then we can arrest the group and charge them with orchestrating the Peterloo Massacre, which will take some of the political pressure off Lord Sidmouth."I was dubious of getting involved with MI5 or MI6 again, but as John Stafford would keep me informed on the whereabouts of Becky, and von Metzendorf.