That was as close as we ever get to a normal, comfortable conversation. Some of that is me. Anything that feels too domestic has me scrambling for the... door. It makes me uncomfortable. So maybe the wine is a good idea. We’ve both been stressed out. A few glasses of wine could make it easier to talk. Oh. The wine. Buck’s way of helping me celebrate my success was to buy me a new kit and help me start it. He’s even walked me through the process so I don’t have to pour this batch down the shower. ‘How will I know when it is time? How will I know?’ ‘You will know, dear,’ said Hazel before disappearing in her trance. ‘You will know.’ ‘Please, tell me. I beg your indulgence. When will they return to me?’ Again, Hazel fell deep into her trance and looking as if death had suddenly come for her, she remained silent. Finally her body heaved and shuddered and while taking in short gasps of air, she spoke without lifting her head, as if some demonic spirit possessed her. ‘They will return to you. All the serving maids were a-flutter when Sir Cuthbert was about (he was so beautiful!), and when he had looked at her with those big brown eyes, well, she had just kind of melted inside. And when he had taken her arm and led her into the store room, well, resistance had been the last thing on her mind. And now look at where she was. His Highness the Duke did not allow fornication in the castle (unless he was a participant) - that much was well known. But what her actual punishment would be,. She then put on a pair of knee high black leather boots and stood in front of a full length mirror hanging off the door of the master bathroom and flexed a riding crop in her hands.She moved to the house's front room which offered an unobstructed view of the long driveway up from the winding main road. At ten til, she saw a silver accord making it's way up the drive. It pulled up and and out stepped Mia. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun, a wide stylish pair of sunglasses covered.