Just then a voice behind me jolted me out of my daydreaming "someonesounds happy this morning."Taking a deep breath I turned around and in the doorway... stood the newTony, and was he a fit hunk and to my eyes was he gorgeous!!!!!!!!Without thinking I ran across the kitchen flung my arms around his necksobbing "thank you, thank you, thank you" as I kissed him. He managed tocatch me round the waist but his hands slid down my skirt and ha ended upholding me by my butt and BOY did that feel GOOD. I. It had been a long car journey up through the Buckinghamshire countryside, past Luton and Whipsnade but in the end he'd found the place without trouble. He wasn't much of a one for museums normally but, when he'd learned of the family connection and heard about what his grandfather had been up to during the war, he had felt that he just had to come.Sitting in the library of the Mansion in Bletchley Park, Fred had been happy to listen to the guide describing the work that had gone on there. Which sucks if you ask me. He was gorgeous in my opinion, dirty blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, pretty muscular, funny, cute, dirty minded. The last time we spoke he said he was a virgin, and he's 19, I'm only a year younger. It's weird that he trusts me. We've always been close, since the day we met, he even knows, well knew about my crush on him, now he thinks I don't like him. I took a deep breath and walked in the two story house. My mind buzzing as my three younger cousins rushed down to. “We’ll find out tomorrow, but I think we just might!”“What was that last tree shot for?” Muireann asked.“In case you want some background behind the song list inside the cover, or whatever. I’m not quite sure how they do this whole printing thing, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt.”Reminded of the process, I called out to Gwen. “Do you know the phone number of the guy who did the posters?”Gwen grimaced at me. “Seriously?”“Well, I don’t know, you might!”“Yeah, I get posters made a couple of times a.