.. same difference."Spencer jumped out of his makeshift bed and pulled his sl*ep shorts up, still fully erect and sporting a serious tent."That is not... ok!" he shouted, and she seemed unfazed. "That," he said doing some frantic pointing towards his crotch and some fascinating pantomime, "is most definitely ill*gal. What were you trying to accomplish?" Obviously, I was blowing you so you would give me a part in a movie. What are you doing?" 'Getting the hell away from you' comes to mind as a good. Jill had a nice dinner prepared when I arrived at the apartment. Maureen was still there also, as her Mother hadn’t returned from work yet.“Maureen will be eating with us,” Jill told me when I appeared in the kitchen after transferring from the Pub.“You’ve been drinking with Grandfather,” the youngster said very perceptively.“Yes, I had one pint. Your Grandfather and the others had several before I left, and they are still there,” I told her to a sad look from her.“Yes, almost every night,” she. And I go with them.That's the darnedest thing. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybethey'd whammied my mind or something. Not in my wildest dreams did Ithink they were pulling me somewhere for a threesome. If anything they'dbe trying to get me arrested, but it wasn't that.Two of them holds my hands and I walk forward, dazed, them in them rippedskinny jeans and tank tops, one of them fiddling with the speakers, andme with my beard and fat ass and stupid security uniform, and they'resmiling and. And Europe. This is not a Lord who has lost his wealth.Before you go, you shower and put on your second best suit. Your best suit is only for weddings and funerals, its somber black is too dark for this. You leave via The Tube.You arrive a few minutes early. The townhouse must be at least 250 years old and it takes up half a city block. It's five stories tall and covered in baroque ornamentation. You walk to the ground floor entrance and ring the bell.A pretty young servant opens the door. "May.