Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 21:11:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 157b

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I didn't understand, my face must have shown it. Robin grinned, "I am the
Boy Wonder, Batman's sidekick in those American DC comics."

I hadn't heard of him, but within seconds Robin was on his back, his feet
practically above his head, his arse hole winking at me expectantly. Cailin
chuckled and threw me some lube. I coated my cock in it and pushed some on
my finger into Robin's dark hole. He moaned and gripped the bedding.

I got between his arse cheeks and pushed my cock into him. He groaned and
bit his lip as his arse lips sucked me inside him. I paused, my balls
pressing tight against Robin's arse. Maybe Cailin was right, we had a 'Boy
Wonder' on our hands.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 157b

Part 157b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:


Mr Gary Morris – (Gary) 26yrs old. Half Brother to Athol. Father of
Aaran. Alias Arthur Wiggins.

Montague Glover – (Montague/Monty) Photographer 45yrs friend and teacher
of Robert Milner.

Abigale Fairweather – (Abigale/Abby/Miss Fairweather) 24yrs old. Works
for Mishcon. Acting as Forts' and Davy's secretary while Robert is in the
US.

Brenda Thomas – (Mum/Brenda) Davy and Andrew's Mum. Thirty-eight years
old - House Mum (nee Davidson)

Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs
old. Grandson of the King of Denmark.

Thomas William – (Mr Thomas, William) Davy's Dad – Forty years old,
civil servant.

Martin Mantby – (Mantby/Martin) 29yrs old. 2nd officer on board the RMS
Queen Elizabeth.


**

Davy takes up the story

We hadn't been back at Pittodrie for ten minutes and I already wanted to
scream, "WHAT ABOUT ME!" I know, you all think I am pathetic.

As we got out of the cars, Forts' latest acquisition, yes I am being bitchy
too, clung to him for dear life. Forts had given me a shrug of his
shoulders with one of his, 'What can I do?' looks. I forced myself to smile
back, my blood boiling, my face trying hard to conceal my 'fucking, oh,
what's the point,' look.

James took my arm and gave me a sly wink, "Come on, let's get Mum settled
in and then she can see Andrew and the boys."

I nodded, "Thank you, James."

*

Thankfully, it was easy getting mum all settled in to her rooms. I had no
idea where Forts had vanished to. I had last seen him with Denis, Darius,
Freddy and Abigale heading to get them settled in. I mean, how long did it
take to open and door and say 'this is your room'?! Why didn't he leave
Denis to do it? I mean, what's the point of having a butler if you do
everything yourself?!

With Mum settled in, James, Chris, Mum, Tobias, and I headed down to the
Garden Room. Waiting for us there, we found Gary, Tim, Vlad, Monty and
Professor Harding all excited to see us back. Tim came over to me and
smiled. "Hi Davy, where's your man, the incredible Forts?"

I snapped back. "Good question!"

I felt James' hand on my arm, he smiled and mouthed "Davy."

Tim obviously sensed my anger and read James' lips. He roared with
laughter, "Lost him already, Your Grace? ... I don't know how he isn't all
over you... I would be!"

James coughed in shocked surprise. Tim glanced round. His face dropped as
he realised Mum was with us. He bowed his head to her, "Err, sorry Mrs
Thomas. You must forgive me. This lot is probably right, I am just an
ignorant South African farm boy."

Mum grinned and came over and took my arm. She smiled at Tim, "Don't
be... At least this way I get some more time with my son. And there is
nothing wrong with being a commoner, I am one too." Good old Mum.


**

James takes up the story

Forts was beaming. He looked very dashing in his green over the head
Cossack tunic, dark blue trousers, and black shoes. "We're here... Here's
mummy and daddy! I told you they were in here."

My heart sank. Oh, no. The vision of a perfect happy family... Forts came
strolling into the garden room, with Abigale, the boys, and the two dogs
running at their feet.

I glanced at Davy as his eyes focused on Abigale holding hands with Draco
as they walked alongside Forts, who was holding the hands of Arran and
Andrew.

Abigale was wearing a pair of black patent leather high heels, a smart dark
green tweed, two-piece suit. The tailored jacket sat high on her hips, over
a beautiful white blouse, with a stunning bejewelled choker at her long
neck. The blouse and jacket emphasised her curves, the ensemble was
finished off with a tight pencil skirt. She had obviously changed since she
arrived. To say she was very pretty is to do her an injustice, she was
stunning and always looked very elegant, too. Anyone would have thought she
had some aristocratic breeding, the way she carried herself. Have I
mentioned she had a passing facial similarity to that up-and-coming
ballerina Audrey Hepburn, who had appeared several times in the papers
before the war had started?

Davy's face spoke volumes as the room fell silent as they came in. His
smile vanished. My heart sank, oh not again, and it wasn't only me thinking
it, there were several anxious glances round the room, all uneasily
settling on Davy. God, I wanted to go up and give Forts a shake... What was
he playing at? Just how the bloody hell did he think Davy would interpret
this?! Before anything could be said, Andrew broke free from Forts' hand
and ran towards Brenda, "Mummy!"

Brenda got down on her knees and held her arms wide open as Andrew jumped
up at her, hugging her for all he was worth.

Forts chuckled, still oblivious to the growing tension in the room. He
turned to Abigale and took her hand. "Gentlemen, please, for those of you
who haven't yet met this beautiful young thing, may I introduce my new
secretary, Miss Abigale Fairweather. She will be staying with us here at
Pittodrie until Robert returns from America." Abigale gave a little
embarrassed smile and half curtseyed. "Abigale, I think you have met some
of them already, but just in case, Brenda; Davy's mum, James; my equerry,
my Davy, Mr Gary Morris, my father Athol's half-brother, so technically my
uncle." Forts smiled, "Then we have Father Vladimir; my spiritual adviser,
Professor Harding; my physician, the Baronet Kingholm, Chris; my factor, I
think you already know him. Then we have Montague Glover; an artist and a
very dear friend, and finally, Captain Kreuger, from the nearby US supply
base."

In turn we all stepped forward to greet her. Harding could barely contain
himself, "Such a pleasure to meet you, Miss Fairweather. May I say you look
absolutely stunning."

Abigale blushed, demurely glancing downwards. "Thank you." She put her hand
to her neck, her fingers dancing over the choker. She flashed Forts a
beautiful smile. "Drageon lent me the jewelled choker. He thought it would
look nice."

Drageon returned her smile with one of his special smiles.

With a grunt, Davy walked off and stood looking out of the French windows
into the garden. Vlad glanced at me and, with a look of concern, turned and
walked over to join Davy. I watched as he put his hand on Davy's arm. He
said something to him I didn't hear, Davy barely nodded. I saw Forts glance
over at them. I wanted to scream at him, "FOR FUCKS SAKE, WAKE UP YOU
IDIOT!" I would just have to settle for thinking it.

It was Tim Krueger who broke the ensuing silence. "I bet you're glad to be
back with your gorgeous man!" The statement was pointedly addressed to
Forts.

"Captain Krueger, hello, again." Forts stiffened and extended his hand in
greeting, "Still here, I see... Of course I am delighted to be back here at
Pittodrie, with all my family and especially Davy. I heard you were here."
Then mumbled, "Sniffing around."

Tim shook Forts' hand and, practically in a whisper, said, "It doesn't look
like you have been missing him... too much." Tim pointedly glanced towards
Abigale, then smiled as he snapped to attention, "Miss
Fairweather... Please call me Tim, in spite of how Forts refers to me."
Abigale nodded, returning Tim's greeting. "Very pleased to meet you, Tim."

For once, none of this was missed on Forts. His smile had gone, he
practically glared at Tim as he processed what he had said. Then, pausing,
he forced himself to smile again. He dropped to his hunkers and spoke to
Draco, "Come on, let's go and see Mummy. I think he needs a cuddle."

Draco nodded and let go of Abigale's hand. Forts picked him up and, still
holding Aaran's hand, he walked over to Davy and Vlad. As they approached,
Vlad stepped back and gave Forts a head bow, then backed away slowly. Davy
turned to face the boys, his face showing all the signs of him being
emotional and upset.

Forts bit his lip as he saw Davy's face. He kept smiling, "Here's Mummy."
Forts grinned at both of the boys. "Are we all going to give Mummy a big
hug?" Draco gave an exaggerated nod of his head and held out his arms
towards Davy. Davy took Draco in to his arms and Aaran took a tight hold
round Davy's leg. Davy dropped to his knees to hug and kiss them both, his
eyes glistening in the reflected sunlight from the French windows.

The four of them were joined by Andrew and Brenda. She smiled at Davy, an
astute mum's loving smile, "Come on boys, let's let your Mummy and Daddy
talk, you can all show me the garden."

To an excited chorus of "Yeahhhs." The boys took hold of Grandma Brenda's
hands; there was a bit of confusion as three boys each tried to each take a
hand. With the practised ease of an experienced parent, Brenda chuckled
and, making it sound like the most important job in the world, said to
Andrew, "Darling, you go on ahead and open the doors for the rest of us."
Andrew was off like a rabbit as in uncomfortable silence Forts and Davy
looked on.

We were all watching Davy and Forts, although, trying not to make it
obvious we were watching them. Forts smiled and turned to Davy, holding
open his arms, "Do I get a hug and a kiss too?"

The company in the room imperceptibly held its breath. After what seemed
like an age, Davy nodded and held open his arms. Forts stepped forward and
hugged him tightly, whispering something into his ear. Davy nodded, Forts
seemed to say something else, Davy pulled away. Forts raised his eyebrows
and glanced round at us all 'not watching them'. Forts' expression was
barely readable. He muttered something else to Davy and then, smiling, took
his arm and led him unsmilingly back towards the group of us.

Bless him, Davy looked really uncomfortable. Forts, well, he was putting on
an amazing act as his ebullient self. Marcus and another footman arrived
with a tray of hot drinks. We were all invited to sit down, while Marcus
poured us all the tea.

We kind of all sat staring at each other, as the 'bon viveur' Forts'
enthusiasm began to flounder, as time and again the conversation came to a
grinding halt. Davy barely spoke, only nodding or saying yes or no. Forts
tried to take hold of his hand several times, Davy quietly but pointedly
moved his away.

With a sigh, Forts turned to Tim, "So CAPTAIN Krueger."

Tim interrupted him, "Please, YOUR IMPERIAL HIGHNESS, call me Tim." His
point was made with all the subtly of a hammer to the head.

Forts swallowed and forced a smile, "Of course, Tim, I hear that you have
been riding Scimitar, how did you find her? I really must chase up Enzo and
get him over to come and accept his gift."

Tim and Forts made eye contact. Tim nodded, "She is amazing, a real
beauty... I am sure the Brigadier is just waiting for you to stay home long
enough to come over."

Forts' face steeled. He shot a glance at Davy, who looked away. Forts
turned back to Tim, "I have no plans to be away now for a while, if you can
let Enzo know."

"Oh, I can do that." Tim replied, smiling, almost sarcastically. I glanced
at Forts. Tim was playing a dangerous game, especially with the volatile
Forts. Each slash of the knife was going straight for Forts' jugular.

Thankfully, the sound of running feet let us all take a breath, and had us
all turning towards the doors. It was Freddy. He burst into the room, "Here
you are!" He ran over to us and squashed himself in alongside Forts on the
armchair, grinning. "My rooms are amazing, thank you Forts!" He gave Forts
a big hug.

Forts nodded, smiling, once more glancing at Davy; who wasn't. "Everyone,
please let me introduce His Royal Highness, Prince Frederick, Nikolai,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, The Count of Monpezat, another
cousin."

Davy looked away. Tim chuckled and immediately came back with the retort,
"God, it sounds like the name of a department store, well, the
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, bit."

Forts' look hardened and then relaxed. Even Forts wasn't so stupid as to
not know when he was being baited. He smiled, ruffling Freddy's hair, "It
does a bit, doesn't it? Is it a big shop?" He began to tickle the boy.

Freddy squirmed and giggled, "It's not a shop!"

Davy had had enough, he stood, obviously biting his lip. "You will all have
to excuse me. I am not feeling very well. I am sorry..." He quickly turned
for the door, his forced smile visibly crumbling on his face.

The rest of us stood too. There was another round of concerned glances,
this time all ending on Forts. Forts sighed audibly. I was close enough to
hear him hiss, "Right, I have had enough of this!" He turned to the door,
"Tobias, get my Jeep, please!"

Freddy grinned, "Are we going out?"

Forts forced a smile, "No, you are going nowhere. I will see you
later. Excuse me, everyone." Forts took off towards the door after Davy.

Chris looked at me, "James, you had better go too!"

I nodded, "Excuse me, everyone." My departure met with lots of concerned
nods.

*

Out in the corridor, I saw that Forts had grabbed hold of Davy's arm.

Davy was trying to pull away. "No Forts! it is always the same... You act
like I am not there! ... And what's with that bloody choker, then that boy?
FORTS, WHAT ABOUT ME?! Don't you love me anymore?! Well, you are welcome to
her...And that boy!"

"Davy! stop this. Stop being so stupid. They are our guests! What about
you?! That sleezy Captain Kreuger fawning all over you?!"

I hurried over to them both. Forts glared at me, "Not now, James! This has
to be sorted out for once and for all!"

I stammered, "Maybe, once you have both calmed down, would be better."

Forts glared at me. "No, I am going out with my partner and we are going to
talk privately right now!"

Davy shook his head, "I don't want to... I want to be left alone... Go back
to her and your friends."

Forts' face was bright red. "No, you are coming with me!"

"Forts!" I took hold of his arm, as he was obviously completely losing it.

A wide-eyed Darius came running down the stair, he glanced at me, unsure of
what to do or say... "Forts, If you are going out I need to get someone to
go with you."

Forts glared at him, still gripping Davy's arm. "No! not this time. Just me
and Davy!"

Darius stammered, "But, Forts."

"I said, NO."

Darius turned to me. This was not a battle I honestly thought worth
fighting. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "You heard, His
Majesty."

Forts' face looked like his frustration would overwhelm him and he would
burst into tears in an instant. He nodded at me, his bottom lip trembling,
"Thank you, James, thank you."

Forts turned to Davy, "Please Davy, I love you, we have to talk this out."

At that moment, Tobias came in through the main entrance, "The Jeep is
here, Forts."

Forts nodded and turned to Davy, "Please come with me. I love you, and all
this unpleasantness is killing me inside."

With tears rolling down his cheeks, Davy closed his eyes and nodded. The
two of them walked towards the doors. Davy's head was on Forts' shoulder
and Forts' arm tightly holding Davy round his waist. Tobias looked towards
Darius and me, "Do you want me to stay with them?"

Darius shook his head, "No, they need some time alone together."

"But?"

"Tobias! ... Please just give Forts the keys."

Tobias nodded and with a head bow and a cheeky wink he handed Forts the
keys, "Drive carefully, I just washed it,"

Forts nodded and actually smiled. We all watched as he rather pointlessly
held Davy's hand as he got into the front of the Jeep, but it looked very
gallant and loving, which was good to see.

Forts got into the driver's seat, and the Jeep coughed into life. I stood
watching in silence as Forts turned to face Davy. Before he could speak, a
tear rolled down Davy's cheek, "I'm so sorry Forts. I just can't control
it. I have been so excited and looking forward to you coming home, and we
have barely had a chance to speak." More tears flowed down his face. I
stood in silence, sure I could hear Darius taking deep breaths next to me
as he looked on, too.

Forts leant over and pulled Davy into a hug. Kissing him on the lips, "God,
Davy, I love you so much, you must know that!"

Davy nodded though tear-filled eyes, "I know you do. I am so sorry. You
must realise I love you, too."

Forts exhaled, "I know you do... So where shall we go?"

"I don't care as long as it's just us and I am with you."

Forts smiled and winked. He engaged gear, and the Jeep leapt forward and
headed off down the carriageway and quickly vanishing into the trees.


**

Robert takes up the story

I was a bit taken aback. I couldn't remember William even shaking my hand
before and here, he had just kissed me on both cheeks. He looked
embarrassed. I smiled and moved forward to the table he had been working
at. "Anything I can help with?"

I felt myself stagger; William had been doodling. I couldn't miss it, the
word, 'Davy' in a crudely drawn heart.

Wiliam coughed, and blushing, began quickly gathering up his papers. I took
hold of his arm, we looked into each other's eyes. I smiled reassuringly,
"William, it's okay, you know that, don't you? Davy worships you."

William mumbled, "Yes, yes," as he turned away and hurriedly placed the
papers into his briefcase. "Where are we to meet Mantby?"

I smiled. "He is going to come and get us in a few minutes... How did you
sleep?" I chuckled, "Was a bit of a wild night."

William nodded. "Yes, I didn't get much sleep." He swallowed and our eyes
met.

"I hope we didn't keep you awake." I tested the water.

William blushed again, "No, you were fine."

*

Dima's head come round the door, "Officer Mantby is here. Are you both
ready?"

"Yes, just coming."

We moved through the connecting door and were greeted by a smiling
Mantby. "Good morning. I am glad to see you all survived the storm," He
smiled, "We will start with a tour of the ship and then, the Captain has
invited you to eat with him and the other ship's officers at one pm. I hope
that is all okay."

*

We set off on the tour, Mantby enthusiastically telling us all about the
ship, "The RMS Queen Elizabeth."

Dima interrupted almost immediately, "Sorry, but what does the RMS stand
for? I have always wondered."

Mantby, nodded, "'Royal Mail Ship', the Queen Elizabeth is contracted to
carry British Royal Mail cargo."

Dima nodded. Mantby continued, "So, like her half-sister, Queen Mary, the
Queen Elizabeth was built by John Brown and Company of Clydebank in
Scotland. She is a registered at Eighty-three thousand, six hundred and
seventy-three tons. Over one thousand feet long and over one hundred feet
wide. There are a total of thirteen decks and she was designed to carry two
thousand two hundred passengers with a crew of over one thousand..." Mantby
paused to allow these incredible figures to sink in. "Currently, the crew
is nowhere near that, and you know at the moment apart from yourselves, she
is carrying captured German Officers, all prisoners of war. The ship is, as
I am sure you can imagine, essential to the British in fact the allied war
effort."


**

Archie takes up the story

Athol and I were having a little canoodle and cuddle on the sofa in front
of the fireplace. Both of us got a shock as the door to this our private
sitting room opened and Gary came in. "Is now a good time to speak?"

Athol leapt up, straightening his kilt. "Gary, my goodness, we weren't
expecting you. Please come in, what can we do for you? ... Please, please,"
Athol directed Gary to the other couch. "Is everything okay at Pittodrie?
Nothing has happened to anyone, has it?"

Gary shook his head, chuckling, "No, your boys are all okay. In fact, Davy
and Forts have gone out for a drive... I got the impression they needed
some time alone together." Another chuckle, "Have you seen that new
secretary, Abigale Fairweather? She is stunning."

I have to confess knowing Davy as well as I do, that thought and statement
filled me with foreboding.

Athol nodded, "So Gary, how can I help you? ... Brother."

Gary smiled and gave a wink. "Well, I have decided to revert to being known
as Gary Morris and your heir."

Athol glanced at me, "But, Gary, the government thinks you are dead."

Gary smirked, "I thought that, well, until that chap in London from MI6
informed me they knew just who I was."

"But what about Arthur Wiggins' family?" Athol asked.

Gary nodded, "Arthur, bless him, had no family. He was an orphan... So, my
reappearance after the full return of my memory," Gary winked, "Won't
affect anyone adversely."

"But what about Aaran? Forts and Davy have adopted him now."

"And he will remain their son... I am not cut out for fatherhood." Gary
glanced at the painting of Athol and his father, he smiled, "It must run in
the family."

"But what do you intend to do?"

"Well, I can't go back into the army so, if you are happy, I would like to
come back to the walled garden here... work alongside Brookmeyer."

Athol glanced at me again. "I suppose that would work. Archie, what do you
think?"

I nodded, I could hardly do anything else, Gary was Athol's half-brother.

Athol had definitely been taken by surprise. "So, just so I get this
straight, you want to move back here and work in the walled gardens?"

Gary nodded, then winked, "That's it, it also means I am close enough to
see how to run the estate after you."

Athol guffawed, "Well, I am not planning on going anywhere, anytime soon."
They both laughed. Athol stood, and they exchanged hugs. "Welcome home
brother, drink?"


**

Chris picks up the story

There was still no sign of Forts and Davy, they hadn't even returned for
the evening meal. The initial chuckles and relief had spawned a few jokes
about them being 'obviously otherwise engaged'. This atmosphere soon
changed to one of concern as it grew dark.

Poor James and Darius, with Duke, Tobias, and Dan, were in danger of
wearing out the carpet in the inner porch which led to the main doors of
Pittodrie. David and Andrei wanted to be with us too, but they were
delegated to stay with Draco, Arran, and Andrew.

Darius looked especially concerned. He was sitting forward with his hands
on his knees. Finally, he couldn't take the silence and interminable
waiting any longer, "I take full responsibility, I should never have let
them go off alone."

I had made sure I was sitting next to James on one of the dozen high-backed
chairs on either side of the porch. He exhaled, and shook his head,
"Darius, this is not your fault. I would have ordered you to let them go
alone, if Forts hadn't said so himself. They needed some time to
themselves. Sometimes we all forget that they are just two young men, with
more responsibility than we can imagine, they need to escape it
occasionally." James' voice faded as he spoke. His comments were met with
many concerned looks and silent nods.

The large clock just on the other side of the door, situated in the
hallway, chimed nine-thirty. Duke leapt up. "I'm sorry, I can't just sit
here. Please let me go out and look for them. God, they could have had an
accident or anything!"

Darius shook his head, "Duke no. Where would you even start looking for
them? They could be anywhere."

"Well, I can't just sit here doing nothing." Duke crossed to the door and
peered out into the dark again. He glanced back at me, "Chris, was Davy
carrying his pistol?"

My stomach flipped as I nodded, suddenly realising the implications of what
he was asking. "Yes, yes, he always carries it now... Oh, God, you don't
think..."

Darius sighed. James shot me an angry glance and snapped at Duke. "Duke,
please, enough, sit down. This isn't helping." The strain was showing on
James' face. He glanced at his watch again, Christ, it was only a few
minutes since the clock had chimed. This time, James stood and crossed to
the main doors and peered out into the dark. "Darius, if they are not back
by ten o'clock, I think we should inform the local police. I have the
number of the Chief Constable upstairs, I will ring him."

Darius nodded and glanced quickly at his watch, even tapping at the
glass. James sat again, his head in his hands.

The glazed door into the house proper opened, "We've brought you all some
hot chocolate." It was Denis and Marcus, each holding several steaming mugs
of frothy chocolate. James nodded, and the two of them passed the mugs
round to everyone. Denis stopped in front of James, "Excuse me, James, but
some of the guests are asking if there is any update on Forts and Davy."

It was an almost painful, "No," that escaped Jame's lips. He thought for a
moment, "Denis, give me a couple of minutes and I will come and speak to
them all." James glanced at me, giving me a little smile, "I had better
have a minute to think what to say." I nodded.

Denis bowed, but I didn't miss the concerned look he gave Marcus as they
withdrew back in to the house from the entrance porch. I tried to squeeze
James' hand, he looked at me and glanced skyward and exhaled, his face
tense he mumbled, "Where can they be?"

I squeezed his hand tighter, "They will be okay. Probably just lost track
of the time." I hope it sounded more convincing to him than it did to
me. Silence.

We all jumped as that bloody clock and its Westminster chimes bonged out
nine forty-five. Automatically we all looked at our watches, what was that
all about?

James sighed, squeezed my knee and stood, he glanced down at me, "I had
better go and speak to everyone and then get the number of the Chief
Constable." He looked broken, his shoulders had dropped, he headed towards
the interior door, all of us watching him.

"James, should we let Athol know?" My voice was barely a whisper.

He turned and nodded. "You are right, I will ring Castle Fraser too." He
opened the door and stepped into the main house.

"There! lights, look, lights coming down the carriageway." Dan was shouting
and pointing as he leapt up, "Look! You can see them through the trees."

Mugs of hot chocolate were knocked over and the mugs kicked across the
floor as we all leapt up. Darius grabbed for the glazed door, "James,
lights!"

I saw James turn and come sprinting back towards us as we all headed for
the main door out to the courtyard. We could all now see the shielded
narrow light beam clearly bouncing through the trees as a vehicle
definitely came along the carriageway towards the house.

James gripped my hand tightly, "Please don't let it be the police. Please
God, let it be them."


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'Red and Nick'                      – Bisexual/Military
'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest
'A Brother Used'                    - Gay/Incest
'A very English Trailer Park'       - Gay/Adult Youth
'Special lube Oil'                  - Gay/Adult Youth