"I hadn't realised that Dan Ewing was a weak link."Reg nodded. "If you want to know what really goes on in the warehouse have a chat with Len Fairbrot...her. He's the one who runs it. The other thing is next time you're down there and they're outloading have a look at Dobson's' wagons. They're a mess." OK."Tea came round and Eleanor was indeed given a mug of tea."I hope you don't think I was speaking out of turn," said Reg."Far from it but if you'd prefer it I won't mention your name to anyone.". Shocked silent and still you could do nothing but watch as these strange events unfolded before you. "I'll distract him, at least." The cat spoke again, shaking you from your stunned stupor."The cat can talk." You spoke out loud, only the softest murmur against the harsh winds and the screams of those around you. But it was enough for the cat to hear. His little ears twitched and the cat turned to face you."Girl!" It's eyes twinkled like star light, shimmering in it's head, drawing your. I squared my shoulders and followed the flunky through a door guarded by a Grenadier guardsman.I could feel the coldness of the sword’s blade against my neck through the silk of my shirt collar. Looking up into the emotionless face of the man holding the sword I knew that what he was about to do he had done many times before. There was nothing personal in his actions; this was merely a duty.The sword moved away from my exposed neck, and I tensed as the blade landed on my other shoulder.“Arise,. Anyway this story is about the time I walked in on my steps*n wanking, he is 18 now, about 5' 5" skinny with a lovely 9" cock which looks even bigger protruding from his skinny body, this happened a couple of years ago not long after he had finished school and was waiting to start college.It was a usual boring midweek day lunchtime, I had heard him banging around upstairs as I was cleaning in the kitchen, I was putting some clothes in the washing machine when I thought I may as well go up and.