Leon was just a tad on the prissy side of macho, but not a sissy by any means. He just dressed and spoke with a little more class, than almost any man... I knew who wasn't gay. Even his casual clothes were more 'with it' than anything I owned period. I tried to steer him away from Eve as much as possible. She seemed to be gravitating to him. I figured her handlers knew what they were doing, so I let it move ahead.They should realize that Leon was no college professor, but who was I to second guess. Bitch!"He was left to stew in his own juices all of Sunday which damped him down quite a lot. The police and those who brought him his meals were polite but showed no inclination to talk to him. He became rather lonely and self-pitiful; not that that produced any real change in his outward attitude, which remained surly and aggressive.Monday brought a new duty solicitor who explained that he would represent Marty free of charge before the Youth Court on Tuesday."What's wiv a Youf Court?" asked. It really didn't feel right to torture the idiot but I wanted to get the people out of the slavers' clutches. "Now, speak before something really bad happens to you."He paused for a second, so I threatened him with my sword again. That was enough for him to throw away his dagger. "They ... are over by the shore of the lake waiting for us." How many slavers and how many captives?" Four of us and a gross of them." You do know that if I you are lying to me that the little old grandma over there. Just before we went through passport control, Julia linked arms with me and whispered “why don’t we leave our normal lives here and pick them up when we get back”. The way she said it and the way she affectionately squeezed my arm made it pretty clear what she meant, and without hesitating I said “good idea”. Then a strange atmosphere descended across the two of us, as throughout the rest of the journey to Nice airport we hardly spoke to each other, and when we did it was bordering on.