“Play with my tits Cyril, go on, like you usually do, hurt me like you always do, pinch my nipples hard, pull on them, go on then, for being a sad c...ow and for dreaming of young Alec fucking me!” Alec dropped the brush!Collecting it up and thinking on his feet he began again, whoever Cyril was, was obviously getting more perks than enough and the revelation that she, his once pretty mother was dreaming of her only son having her...wow! Was this his opportunity, his chance… but would that be. They will remain behind. Redford’s personal security operative, impassive as ever, registered no discernible emotion. The man stood somewhere over six foot tall, athletically built and malevolently handsome with a permanently furrowed line of a brow and glinting black obsidian for eyes. In his light assault vest and ship-board armour over black fatigues, he cut a menacing figure. Redford didn’t entirely agree with the Coalition’s decision to allow civilians onto The Gatehouse while military. In any case it promised to be an eventful night, with dancing troupes of wondrous abilities, unsurpassed technique and airy grace performing for the duration. Bards of worldly renown and enchanting voices had prepared to sing the Mythos in praise of the Castigator and the Pantheon, a telling re-enactment of the Pacification of Zaelin and the striking down of the last Heathen; Parnoth Larthiel, the Last Ignorant.The re-enactment would also offer a kind of prize to one of the guests who would be. Looking back on it all I still don't know even now how I managed to getthrough the next few days, everything just seeming to happen on autopilotas I'd never felt so alone and lost in my life. I never told my parentseither, though I know that they knew something was seriously wrong as I'donly spoken to them briefly a couple of times on the phone as I justdidn't want to talk to anyone.By the time Christmas Eve came round a couple of weeks later I'd gone backto my job as I was still behind with.