But Matthew wasn't taking no for an answer, especially in a dense and dark woodland late at night. Clasping hold of her hand, he let the comely school...teacher lead them through the labyrinthine paths using some kind of sixth sense. A fifteen minute walk through more forest, finally the lights of a faraway street burned a yellow hole in the blackness. Mounting a stile, the pretty teacher turned to say goodbye. Yet Matthew being Matthew insisted on walking her right up to the door, an offer borne. We have all we need. Get back here. I want you to go over the schedule again."Simonds left the apartment and headed back to his car. He unconsciously checked the small bottle in his pocket. It contained a dose of the DNA virus. He had spent a very surreal night choosing a new form with Quince. His boss had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a wanted drug smuggler. Quince and Simonds would split the proceeds of this final run of restricted drugs for the black market and then go. The school was then passed down to Charles second son, Karl and his wife, also a former student of Lockley’s, Lisbeth. Karl and Lisbeth eagerly took the school over both sharing a love for children, charity, and teaching obedience. They even took up residence there with their daughter, living on the grounds and firing all of the previous staff. They ran the school up until 1980 when are horrendous fire burned down half of the building and claimed their and four of their students lives. Their. I’m Nick by the way, and my friend over there is Stephan.”After getting over the initial shock of wondering if I had been overly zealous in my leg squeezing or occasional hand sliding inside my bra during the last few pages, a drink sounded pretty good to me, and a free one even better.“I’m Melissa, and that would be lovely, thank you. Gin and tonic with a lime would be great. Would you mind if I had it here Nick? It’s a page turner,” I said indicating the book on my lap. “But maybe I can join.