I said nothing, the look on Alison’s face told everyone that Mum was spot on right.Mum turned to Miss Edwards, “I’m ever so sorry to impose on y...u again but would you mind punishing Alison before you go. I’ll do it if you’re not willing but it would be fairer if she was punished by the same person.”Miss Edwards smiled, “I’d be more than happy to punish Alison, she’s been extraordinarily naughty and could have got Adam into even more trouble.”I raised my hand, like a naughty boy, “May I go and. Now, I give you mine." Let us begin. I need you assassinate Phillipé L?n Cheà. I do not want anyone to be able to trace it back to us." I will do it. However, I am confused why are we going after the second son?" We want them to think it was someone else. If we kill someone higher up they will panic. I don't want that. I want them angry enough to make an assault against their rivals. This way a lot of their soldiers are killed off." I see now what is going on. You and your benefactor are trying. My resemblance is subjective so that every one of you can relate to this story by imagining yourself at my place. I am an admirer of Sigmund Freud and believe in his ‘oedipus complex’ hypothesis. This story is completely fictional. However, fantasy does not have its boundaries. This is my first attempt; I hope all of you would enjoy it. The story is going to be long and passionate, so please bear with me. Your genuine comments and suggestions are always welcome and would help me to evolve.In. I had thought we were going to walk up the hill so we could look at the view, but Julia steered us around its base.We passed a couple of seats but kept walking. When we got to the third seat Julia had a look around, and declared, "This is a good place."She took off her coat and laid it on the seat. "Put your coat on top of mine, darling."When I'd done so, Julia said, "Sit there," pointing to a spot in the middle of the coats. I'd assumed I'd sit on the right side of the pile we'd made, so she.