”In a few moments Carol was upside down and swinging gently over the drain. Her inverted view of the room was just as dazzling with just as much dis...raction.“And now what?”“After your throat is cut, we let you rest here for a few minutes to bleed out. Candy and Margaret usually take this time to talk to you to keep you calm. After a while, you pass out.”“I see.” Helen looked up and saw the drain beneath her head. It had been washed down and she smelled the scent of pine in the bleach that was. They stared back at me, puzzled as hell. I quickly slammed the door behind myself and faced Damon, my breath of fresh air. He stood inches in front of me; he was so close, I could smell his fresh minty breath as he opened his mouth to speak.“I can’t let you do this shit.” he said with pain and severe anguish in his face. “What are you doing here?” I ignored him. “How did you know where I was?” I protested.Damon raised his index finger to my lips and grabbed my trembling hand. He pulled me. I looked at it quickly before nonchalantly moving up to continue drying him.“Finish off while I change your bed sheets,” I said then exited the bathroom.I walked to the guest room but realized that the clean bed sheets were in the bathroom. I turned back to the bathroom but stopped when I saw his naked reflection on the mirror through the ajar door. He moved the towel away to expose the wonderful tool between his legs.“That’s unreal,” I thought, looking at the size of his penis.I had never. ”John Stafford agreed with my hypothesis, and sent his man Cameron to the Foreign Office with a request the British Consul in Cadiz make enquiries as to the whereabouts of Eloise de La Zouche, including her aliases, Helen de Troyes and Louise, Comtesse de Montebello.Unfortunately, Stafford was unable to offer me a position with MI6.The Home Office, which controlled the department, was in a state of flux. Not an unusual event, but due this time to a change of Home Secretary.Lord Sidmouth had.