He was having none of it; playing the sad missing out martyr and giving her free reign to do as she wished all night, blowing her a kiss and saying he... would want a bit come the morrow while the k**s were away with the grandparents.The old folks were taking them at nine on a trip to the zoo. They live in an old folk`s complex on the other side of town so John needed to deliver them to the coach.Happy at his acceptance of her freedom to screw the night away, she turned to her lovers and said so. Gideon, the gentleman, had found me a towel and showed me the bathroom, but then showed me where I could sleep before he ran off. He'd pulled up the sheets up on the bed as he showed me, and I'd realised this was his bed, but I was too tired to care, and anyway I wouldn't have minded if he had crawled in beside me.At that thought I turned to check on both sides. Nope. Then I sat up and looked across the gloom. Gideon had a big bedroom with very old-fashioned furniture in it, including an old. By Christmas, he discovered little Mary O'Malley, a very nice fourteen year old Irish Catholic girl. She wasn't really cute or attractive, her face more plain and ordinary. Robbie figured that he would not have much competition for her attention. She was only a little over five feet tall, had very dark hair (she called it Irish Catholic hair), breasts that were about the size of half a lemon, with nipples that extended beyond the curvature of her tiny boobs. What Robbie discovered was that when. She took it as an opportunity to examine the tower she knew she needed to breach. No door, nothing. On past nights she’d seen the priestess simply walk through the wall as it briefly spread itself apart like sand blowing away in the wind, only to reform behind her.Ebony’s only hope was a good five stories up a straight tower; four windows. One for each cardinal point. Thankfully the wall was not so shear as it seemed close up, there were small foot and hand holds. Probably not enough to support.