Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2024 11:42:48 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 159b

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The day's meetings had actually gone a lot smoother than I imagined they
would. Americans are so much friendlier and more open than we Brits. There
was no side to the various CEOs and heads of departments we were introduced
to, a couple of times I had to stifle a laugh as Dima had received a hefty
pat on the back, bless him, once upon a time people would have been put to
death for less.

Dima seemed pleased with how things had gone, too. It was obvious he liked
America. Now all we had to do was whittle down the various CEO's and decide
who would head the new header company.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 159b

Part 159b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Grand Duke Alexis Krillp – Based in America – Illegitimate son of a
groom and Grand Duke Constantine's wife, but adopted as real son. 130c.

Mark Gallagher – (Mark/ Chief Nurse Gallagher) Gay nurse from Aberdeen
Infirmary – Early Thirties. First appeared in 78a when he treated Chris
McPhee. Now effectively the Matron/ Chief Nurse in charge of all nurses at
Dunecht House.

Dr Edgar Edwards – (Dr Edwards/Edgar) Colleague of Professor
Harding. (40yrs old)

**

Forts takes up the story

I had just woken and was still pretty drowsy when Davy vanished into the
ensuite, saying he needed a pee. My cock throbbed, I needed one too, or I
needed Davy. I peered under the covers at my hard cock. Hmmm, I didn't
think I need a pee, which only left one other thing.

Sadly, Davy still wasn't his usual happy and horny self. It had been a
couple of days from what I could work out since Davy and his mum had
spoken. She didn't appear to want to, and he didn't seem to know how to
approach her again. I really needed to help get this sorted out. So last
night I had asked Darius to have a car ready so Davy, James and I could go
over to Dunecht House this morning, err... to check on progress. I also
asked Chris, Dad, Archie, and Mr Dalrymple to join us, so I could have a
talk with all the Factors running the three estates.

Professors Harding, Van Cusen, and Brenda always left earlier, like they
had been every day, so would be there when we arrived. Doctor Edwards was
already living on site having moved into one of the staff rooms at Dunecht
House.

There was a light tap on the bedroom door, and it opened. Calvin came in,
followed by Albert, with the morning tea tray. He placed it down under the
watchful eyes of Albert and proceeded to pour out two cups. He turned to
me, "Good morning, Your Imperial Highness."

I smiled and nodded. "Good morning, Calvin... It's Forts, remember."

Albert looked on silently, like a proud father, maybe the boy had finally
gotten it.

Calvin nodded. Then, before they left, I asked him to switch on the
radio. It was just time for the news. He handed me my tea and placed a cup
on Davy's bedside cabinet, all without incident, which kind of disappointed
me. Albert was doing too good a job of teaching him. They both then left as
quietly as they had arrived.

As Davy headed back to bed, the beeps started on the radio then that
familiar plummy BBC voice.

"This is the BBC World Service at nine o'clock on Saturday, the Fifteenth
of April, 1944. British and American forces have continued to advance up
the boot of Italy, pushing back major German Forces. The Russians are
continuing to attack in Crimea and again are causing significant losses to
the Germans..."

Davy snuggled under the covers and picked up his tea. "It's all sounding a
lot more positive now. It seems so long since we all came up here in
September Nineteen Thirty-nine. Then it was us retreating, not the
Germans."

I nodded and snuggled up to him. "Davy, I thought we would could head over
to Dunecht House today, carry out a bit of an inspection. What do you
think?"

Davy paused and took another sip of his tea, "Yes, I suppose we could do."
I didn't let on I had already arranged it all.

I snuggled up to him a bit closer. "Davyeeeeee." I nuzzled into his neck.

He looked at me under his fringe. "What?" He knew me too well.

"Ooh, Davyeeeee, don't be like that... Can you put your tea down? I have a
something I want you to look at. I've got an ouch, and it's all big and
swollen."

Davy's face turned into a broad grin, "What kind of ouch and swelling is
it?"

"Davyeeeee, that's cruel... You know what kind of ouch and swelling." I
looked up at him with my best puppy eyes as my cock throbbed to full
hardness.

Still grinning, Davy turned and placed his teacup back on the bedside
cabinet. He barely had time to turn back to me before I was clambering on
top of him.

Davy chuckled, "Oh hang on, I think I can feel it."

I nodded pathetically, "See, it's all big and hard, swollen, and aching."

He grinned at me, his eyes full of love, "You are absolutely crazy."

I eased his legs apart, while supporting my weight on my arms, our lips
mere inches from each other's. I smiled in triumph, "I love you."

His mouth opened to reply, but no words escaped as my lips pressed to his,
and my tongue slipped into his mouth. I loved this guy so much. I broke our
kiss, both of us grinning at each other. Davy winked, "Well, maybe I had
better look at it too?"

I nodded earnestly and sat back and pulled my nightshirt off over my
head. My cock swayed and bobbed in front of me, now released from its
confines. Davy shuffled about lifting his bum, and pulled up his nightshirt
too, I grabbed it once it was free and threw it to join mine on the floor.

Davy grinned and gripped my throbbing shaft. "Oh dear, it is swollen isn't
it, and it's all wet on the top, too." Leaning forward, he peered closely
at my bellend. He squeezed my cock shaft gently. "Maybe I should give it a
kiss better?" His eyes looked into mine questioningly.

I nodded enthusiastically and thrust my hips forward, gabbling, "That might
help." My cock bobbed and throbbed again. I could feel my balls rolling
with excitement in their sack, neither wanting to be left out of the fun.

Davy's eyes were locked on mine. I gasped in anticipation as his tongue
licked seductively over his lips. My cock pushed out another blob of
precum. "Davy, that's cruel, you're teasing him!"

Davy winked at me, and his mouth opened, it hovered over my pulsing
glans. I held my breath. It didn't matter how many times he did this, each
time was amazing. His warm breath proceeded the delicate lick of his tongue
across my cocklips. My hips spasmed and I thrust forward again. "Davyeeeee,
please."

His fingers wrapped round my shaft and eased downwards, fully retracting my
foreskin ruff. Another blob of precum formed on my cocklips. Eagerly, I
closed my eyes, my hands dropping on to his head, my fingers curling into
his short hair. His mouth closed over my bellend, his lips forming a seal
just under my glans' ridge. I let out a deep groan, followed by a startled
gasp as his tongue tip probed under my glans. Sensations sparked through my
cock. His grip on my shaft tightened and slowly, ever so slowly, he wanked
the velvet skin of my shaft up and down.

His mouth opened wider, and he began to work more of my cock into his mouth
and throat. Letting go of his head, I lurched forward, arms outstretched,
until they connected and supported me on the wall behind the bed. I growled
and involuntarily thrust my hips forward. Davy gave a surprised choking
sound. I glanced down, "Sorry, I'm sorry," I mumbled, unable to stop my
hips grinding forwards. But now he was ready for me, his grip on my shaft
tighter, he made sure he could handle my thrusts. My cock was throbbing, my
balls rolling as they pressed against his chin. His hand released my cock
and gripped my bum and began to control the thrusts. How he did it I have
no idea, my gag reflex always kicked in causing me to cough and retch. Davy
seemed the master of this. Before I knew it, I was inside his throat. I
could feel his throat muscles massaging my cockhead and shaft. I loved its
clinging warmth as he nursed my dick like some hungry baby animal
feeding. I moaned again and rolled my hips, guided by his hands on my bum,
now deep fucking his throat. He sucked on it firmly and with relentless
pressure, over and over and over again as we both moaned loudly, his tongue
swirling around my thick girth, his body quivering with anticipation as he
tasted his goal coming nearer and nearer.

It suddenly dawned on me, I was forgetting about Davy's pleasure, well,
apart from the obvious enjoyment he was getting from sucking me, and my
monster cock, he, he, he. Slowly, I began to ease back, pulling my cock
inch by inch from his mouth. Davy made sure his tongue dragged along each
and every one of them. His tongue's tip finished its journey flicking along
my bowstring ending up on my tingling cocklips where it deliciously swept
away yet another pearl of precum sending my mind into paroxysms of
pleasure. Davy grinned, smacking his lips with his tongue.

I shuffled my legs back down the bed and, leaning forward, I pushed my lips
to his once more, immediately recognising the taste of the sweet, salty
remnants of my precum. My hand reached for Davy's cock. It was hard and
dribbling precum too. I pulled away and kissed down his chest to his
cock. I moved to the side and took his cockhead into my mouth. He tasted so
good, meaty, manly, the aroma from his groin setting off my smell sensors,
turning me cock hungry. I thrust my mouth deeper, burying my nose in his
groin. I immediately gagged. Davy grabbed my head and pulled me up. I
pulled off his cock gasping, "I'm sorry."

He grinned and winked, "Hey we can't all be expert deep throaters. After
all, you have another special talent," he winked as he reached towards the
bedside cabinet and grabbed the KY.

He did make me laugh. I nodded and moved between his legs once more. With
my hands on my hips, I displayed my cock proudly as he coated it from base
to head liberally with KY. He finished off pushing some into himself and
then disposed of the tube. He settled back and raised his hips, wrapping
his legs around my waist as I manoeuvred myself forwards. I gripped my
shaft at the base and guided my cockhead to his waiting arse increasing the
pressure until I felt my cockhead slip inside him. Then I lowered myself on
to his chest, our lips meeting once more, our tongues dancing in each
other's mouths as I eased each inch of my shaft into him. Our eyes not
parting, only our grip on each other changed, tightening, until it felt we
were one.

It didn't take long until I was grinding my large hairy balls against his
arse cheeks. It never felt anything but amazing, his warm hole gripped my
throbbing shaft, rippling and milking along its length, how did he do that?
I moaned, pushing forward, wishing I could get my balls inside him too.

I had to regain control, so far Davy was beating me hands down on
technique. I sat back on my calves. I eased back my hips and then thrust
forward forcibly again. Davy gasped and his eyes opened wider. He grinned,
"Go for it, Forts, fuck me hard!"

My hands moved to his hips, and I gripped them tightly. He grinned up at me
in anticipation. Slowly, and totally in control, I pulled my cock out of
him until it was only held in by my glans. I paused, watching his eyes,
then in one thrust slid straight back into him. His muscles tensed as I
slammed home. Another slow withdrawal followed, and an equally fast thrust
forward. Davy winked, "Go for it!"

I built up quite a rapid rhythm, soon my balls were slapping audibly on his
arse cheeks, with each of us consumed by synchronised grunting.

Davy's eyes were closed and his head was thrashing about on the
pillow. While his language was getting more and more choice... "Fuck me!"
... "Fuck me, you cunt!" ... "Oh, fuck Forts!" ... "Yes, fuck yes!"

I hadn't even heard the door open again. In fact, initially, I was totally
oblivious to it, as was Davy. I only looked round as I heard the rattling
of the cups and saucers behind me. Calvin was with Albert and collecting
the morning tray. Calvin couldn't take his eyes off of Davy and me and
wasn't paying anywhere near enough attention to what he was supposed to be
doing. I gave him a wink, but I didn't stop ploughing my shaft into a
moaning Davy. Calvin gave me a dopey grin, accompanied by a giggle. For a
moment, I thought he was going to give me the thumbs up. He received a
gentle nudge to his arm from Albert, who grabbed him and pushed him towards
the door. Albert grimaced and mouthed, towards me, "I'm sorry."

I just smiled, still ploughing into Davy, who remained blissfully unaware
anyone else had been in the room. As the door closed, I could hear Albert
growling at Calvin, it made me chuckle. "Never stop... You see
nothing... You hear nothing... Understand? No matter what you see or hear!
And what's more, you tell no one... What you DIDN'T SEE!" Good old Albert.

I glanced back down, Davy was still cursing, his body writhing, hips rising
to meet my hard thrusts. "Fuck Forts, I'm close, shit am I so close!" It
had the effect of making my balls tighten and pushing me over the edge and
I began to pump my cum deep into him.

Davy's eyes widened as he recognised what was happening. He clamped his
sphincter tightly on my shaft as he came spurting his cum between our
chests. Then with a determined look, rode me for all he was worth, draining
every last drop of cum from me.

He held me tight. "Fuck Forts, I needed that!"

I chuckled, "Well, so did I, ... But, I had better speak to you about being
Mr Potty mouth."

"FORTS! Don't spoil the moment!" Davy grinned and slapped me playfully,
adding, "Well, you shouldn't be so good at it, and anyway, who cares, no
one heard me."

I nodded. Now, should I mention Calvin or not? After all, it was Davy's
idea to have him as our valet. I decided not to. Davy would be so
embarrassed he would never be able to look Calvin in the face again.


**

Robert takes up the story

After dinner, we had made our way up to the 'Starlight Roof'
nightclub. There had been hushed whispers as the three of us entered and
were shown over to a specially reserved table, right at the front and
within a few feet of the stage and dance floor. Dima was loving it, so was
I, in fact. I winked at him as we heard the whispered words, 'He is a
fabulously rich Russian Prince.' I suppose it helped that the manager had
gone 'full on fawning'. He bowed to all of us, "Your Highnesses," I didn't
correct him.

Now, who was with us? Well, it wasn't William; he had wanted to return to
his room and get some work done for tomorrow's meetings. You all know that
none of us were very keen to even go for dinner, and yet, now here we were,
chilling in the 'Starlight Roof' with His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke
Alexi Krillp. Dima hadn't wanted to like him, but the truth was Alexi was a
likable person, humorous and good looking, too. But more about him later.

The lights dimmed, and the compere, or emcee as the Yanks seemed to refer
to him, approached the microphone. "Your Imperial Highnesses, it gives me
great pleasure to welcome you to this evening's entertainment. An evening
with Frank Sinatra."

I am sure I gasped. I looked round at Dima and then as the clapping started
back at the stage, and there he was, Frank Sinatra, only feet away from me.

"God, it is Frank Sinatra! Oh, Davy is going to be so jealous!"

Dima gave me another loving wink. The orchestras trumpet's sang out and
then Frank began to sing, " Blue skies, smilin' at me, Nothin' but blues
skies do I see ..." It was impossible not to tap your foot along with
him. Dima leant over to me and squeezed my hand, "You deserve this, you
know that." I had to bite my lip hard, as Frank launched in to his hit
'Stardust'.

During the interval, after Frank's first half hour set, Alexis had called a
waiter over and had them pour three more glasses of champagne for
us. Alexis stood, came to attention, and bowed to Dima and then me. "Please
your Highness, Robert, join me in a toast to the continued good health of
His Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon
Drageonivanov Romanov, and His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke, Draco
Drageonivanov Romanov, and not forgetting, His Grace, The Duke of
Pittodrie."

Dima and I were already on our feet as he mentioned Forts' name. As Alexis
finished, Dima nodded, saying, " Krepkoye zdorovye yi dolgaya zhizn." (Good
health and a long life) We all repeated it and in true Russian style
drained our glasses.


**

Chris takes up the story

Forts had asked me if I would meet them all over at Dunecht house later. He
wanted to have a meeting with me in my role as Forts and Davy's Factor, for
the Pittodrie Estates, Mr Dalrymple; the Factor of the Dunecht Estates and
also Archie Campbell, as the Factor of the Castle Fraser Estates.

Forts had lent me the Jeep for the day as I had some visits to do a round
the estate first with my sidekick Lillis. I had offered to drive Athol and
Archie to Dunecht House too, but Athol said they had a few other errands to
run, so would make their own way over. I think really he was just
frightened about me driving.

I had picked a rather subdued Lillis up earlier from Castle Fraser. Instead
of our usual long kilts today, we were both wearing grey suits. I noticed a
couple of times Lillis seemed rather uncomfortable as he got back into the
Jeep after a visit, surreptitiously trying to adjust the front of his
trousers. Finally, I had to ask. "Lillis, are you alright down there?"

He blushed, "I don't know, Mr McPhee, really."

I wasn't expecting that. I swerved, narrowly missing crashing the Jeep into
a tree. "Christ Lillis, why? What's wrong?"

He looked desperate, his eyes full of fear. "I think I might have caught
something, I have a red blister on my cockhead." His voice began to break,
"I don't know what to do."

"God, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing Mr McPhee, not even with Freddy since it came up... I think he has
given me something."

"Freddy?" I said incredulously.

Lillis nodded. "Would you look at it for me?"

"Your dick?"

Lillis nodded. I pulled the Jeep to a halt. "Well, I am no expert. I don't
think I have ever had dick rot."

Lillis groaned and lost his composure, "I feel so dirty... I am not going
to lose my dick, am I? God Chris, what am I going to do?"

"NO... Well, hopefully not."

Lillis groaned again as he began to undo his buttoned fly.

I watched intently. "Are you sure you are being honest with me and you
haven't been with anyone but Freddy?"

"No one, well, no one else, recently."

Lillis pulled his cock out from the confines of his trousers. He winced as
he took hold of the head and pulled back his foreskin. He immediately
looked away as if he couldn't bear to look as I leant closer and peered at
his cockhead.

He did have an angry-looking blood blister and his cock looked a bit
swollen. "Oh, I see what you mean. It looks a bit swollen, too."

Lillis groaned again, "Is it bad? What have I got?"

"Lillis, I really don't know. I think you should speak to one of the
doctors."

Lillis' eyes began to fill, and he quietly began to sob. "It's not going to
fall off, is it?"

I didn't answer, I just drove as fast as I dare to Dunecht House. Lillis
didn't want to come in, so he stayed in the Jeep.


**

Davy briefly takes up the story

Forts, James, and I were warmly greeted by Professor Harding and Van
Cusen. Dr Edwards seemed wary of me, although he greeted Forts warmly, but
there was no sign of Mum... I had hoped...

I leant into his ear, "Forts, where do you think Mum is?"

Forts glanced round and spoke to Professor Harding, "Professor, where is
Brenda? Won't she be joining us?"

He seemed to pause, "Err, no. She said she had some paperwork to be getting
on with."

I sighed. Forts glanced at me with concern. We both knew it was a
'diplomatic' excuse. Forts reached for my hand and whispered, "We will see
her before we leave. I promise. We are going to sort this out."

Was it that he was oblivious or just embarrassed? I didn't know. Harding
stepped forward, "So on with the tour. I think you will both be very
impressed."

Athol, Archie, and I set off following Professor Harding. Forts, I noticed,
was pulled to the side by Dr Edwards, they seemed to be having a pretty
rapid and intense conversation. Both of them glanced over at me; I knew it
had to be about Mum and me.


**

Chris picks up the story again

I made it just in time. I met up with Forts, Davy, James, and everyone
else, with the exception of Brenda. I wondered where she was? Professor
Harding then gave us all a guided tour of the soon to be wards and common
rooms, the kitchens and even an operating theatre. We finished in the
morning room which had now been fitted out as a seating lounge. I was
standing at the back of the group as Harding was explaining to everyone
what still had to be done.

A hand came round my waist from behind. It made me jump. I turned,
expecting to see James, but no.

"Hello again sexy, I bet you don't remember me." The guy beamed a smile at
me.

I blushed, mumbling, "Sorry, the face is familiar, but..."

The chap held out his hand, "Mark Gallagher, I was your nurse at Aberdeen
Infirmary when that mad horse threw you off and half-trampled you to
death."

It all came back to me. I blushed an even deeper pink and glanced round,
hoping James wasn't close by. Phew, he was standing next to Forts. "Mark,
how good to see you again, but why are you here?" I stammered.

"Professor Harding asked me if I would be interested in a promotion. I am
to be the Chief Nurse of Dunecht House Rehabilitation Hospital."

I shook his hand, "Well, my goodness, congratulations. Isn't that usually
the Matron, though?"

Mark winked, "It certainly is, but Prof. Harding thought some of the
military chaps would prefer to call me Chief Nurse. Although, I would have
been happy with 'MATRON!'" Mark put on a very affected voice, we both
laughed. Maybe Harding was right, I thought to myself.

Mark was still beaming at me, he gave me a wink, and leant in close, "I
still haven't treated anyone else hung like you."

"Shush..." I chuckled, again hoping James was still out of earshot.

Maybe Mark could help with Lillis? I turned to him, lowering my voice,
"Actually, Mark, perhaps you could do me a favour."

Mark's face lit up, he gave me a cheeky smile, "Oh, it would be my
pleasure."

I had to giggle, "It's not me this time, it's my assistant, err, he, err,
has a rather delicate problem... Perhaps you could have a look at it for
him. That way we only have to involve the good doctors if... Well, you
think it is necessary."

Mark winked, "Well, you have gotten me intrigued. Lead the way."

*

Lillis kept his eyes firmly on the clock on the wall of the small
office. His trousers and underpants were round his ankles. He barely
managed to sob out, "Is it really bad?"

Mark was on his knees in front of Lillis. He had retracted his foreskin and
glance up and winked at me. "I'm afraid Lillis, Oh, dear..."

Lillis let out a groan. Mark winked up at me. Then turned back to
Lillis. "Lillis, you have, err... A blood blister! Have you been
masturbating a lot or shagging with gusto?"

"A blood blister?"

Mark stood, releasing his grip on Lillis' cock. "Yeap, nothing nasty, just
a bit of a rub on your cockhead, that's caused a little blood blister."

Lillis let out a big sigh, "So nothing to worry about?"

Mark smiled at him, "No, nothing to worry about. Get yourself dressed, you
will have to abstain for a few days, then remember plenty of lubrication
next time."

Lillis practically embraced Mark, "Oh thank you, thank you."

Mark winked and turned to me, but was still addressing Lillis, "Of course,
if your cockhead had been as big as Chris here's, it could so easily have
been fatal." He roared with laughter as Lillis turned to look at me with a
look of questioning surprise.

I had to giggle, "Hey, no secrets from you, Mark!" I turned to Lillis, "And
not a word from you about what he just said either."


**

Forts picks up the story

I thanked Professor Harding as he brought his presentation to an
end. Right, before the meeting I had with all the Factors, I needed to get
Brenda and Davy speaking again. "If everyone could excuse me for a few
minutes, there is something I need to do."

James stepped forward, "Do you need me?"

I shook my head, "No, my friend, perhaps you can get everything ready for
the meeting with the Factors."

James nodded, "Certainly... If you do need me, just holler."

I felt Dr Edwards watching me. He gave me an encouraging nod. I smiled back
and took hold of a now very subdued Davy's arm. "Come on."

He pulled back against me. His lip trembled. I don't think he could quite
believe that his Mum didn't want to see him. "Forts, it doesn't matter, Mum
obviously doesn't want to speak to me."

I gripped his arm harder, "Well, that is not going to happen. Not while she
is under my roof. Come on!"

Together we walked down the corridor towards the admin offices. I turned to
Davy, and gave him a kiss, "Wait here, I won't be a minute."

Davy sighed, "Forts, please... She obviously doesn't want to speak to
me. Don't you fall out with her too."

I squeezed his hand again. "I won't. Wait here, I'll call you in, just give
me one minute." I kissed his cheek, "Trust me." Davy nodded, his eyes
filled with tears.

I marched into the room. Brenda leapt up, a smile engulfing her face,
"Forts!" She met me halfway and gave me a hug and I gave her my now usual
three air kisses to her cheeks. "Hi Mum."

"Can I get you a cup of tea?" She turned for the kettle on the sideboard.

"No, not for me... Mum... Brenda, I need to talk to you."

Brenda stopped, sensing the change in my tone. She turned back towards me,
silently waiting, although she knew just why I was there.

I pulled up a chair and sat down. "Brenda, Mum, I know Davy upset you the
other day. But this cold shouldering him can't continue. He is really
upset, and I won't let my partner ... hurt like this."

Brenda looked straight at me, "He told you what happened? What he said?"

I nodded, "He did, and has regretted it since the words left his
mouth... He loves you... He was just concerned for you, Mum. Please, this
can't carry on... I won't let it. He is so upset."

Brenda opened her handbag and took out her hankie, delicately, so as not to
interfere with her makeup, she dabbed the corners of her eyes. "Forts, it
sounded more like he was accusing me... Aren't I allowed any fun and to be
happy, too?"

I reached for her hand, and holding it tightly, I stood. I leant forward
and gave her a hug, "Brenda, we are all entitled to happiness. That
includes Davy... Please, for me, please speak to him."

Brenda stifled a sob and nodded, she dabbed her eyes again.

I turned towards the door, "Davy, can you come in, please?"

The door opened, and Davy's tear-stained face appeared. Brenda stood, tears
now openly rolled down her cheeks. She threw open her arms and hugged
him. "Oh, Davy."

"Oh, Mum."

It was time for me to leave them both to hug and talk. I joined the two of
them in their hug and kissed each of their heads. "Now I want you both to
sort this out, understand? ... Go for a nice walk together in the gardens
or something. I will see you both later."

As I left, Brenda turned to me and mouthed, "Thank you." I nodded and blew
her an air kiss.

I closed the door and headed back down the corridor. God, how did William
ever cope with those two headstrong individuals under the same roof? Like
mother, like son!


**

Chris takes up the story

With James up front with me, Lillis sat beaming in the rear on the way back
to Pittodrie. I glanced back and chuckled, "You look happier now."

Lillis couldn't get rid of his smile. "I am, thanks to Mark."

"Well, remember what he said, 'Use plenty of Lube next time!'"

James gave me a sideways glance. I just shook my head, giving him a don't
ask look.

>From behind us Lillis giggled, "I will, that Freddy is cock mad, you
know. He is always pulling on it or sucking it... or riding it. I will have
to limit him." Lillis grinned as he said it.

I just shook my head, "Good luck with that!"

James winked, "Ah, young, Freddy!"


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