My Miss watched, obviously enjoying my antics. I think she knew what I wanted. What I needed. Knew and didn’t care. I pleaded with my eyes, but she ...ust shook her head, her attention drawn by several more newcomers. This time I watched myself drink their piss on the big screen on the wall, feeling like a porn star as it ran down my tits and clung to my hard nipples, larger than life. It went on like that. Guys, and a few women, showering me with piss and cum, until I was drenched from head to. “Patricia Brown,” the guard repeated, according to protocol. She shook her head slightly in disbelief, and at that moment, the two guards waiting at the horse moved in towards her. They took her by the wrists and gently but firmly escorted her into position in front of the horse, removing her overalls and bending her over the horse as they had Katherine Bailey minutes ago.“For failure to observe both the town curfew and their family’s curfew, Roger Brown has submitted his daughter to the. “Harold Godwinson was part Danish.”He perused me for a moment. “I note you are typically Anglo Saxon in colouring and physique, but where in England were you born?”At my reply ‘Lincolnshire, he gave a self-satisfied nod.“As I suspected. Your ancestors lived in the Danelaw, which means you too will have a measure of Danish blood in your veins, as do most of us English. Harold could in fact be called the first and last English King.”“Do get on with it Bluemantle,” Garter King said, his voice. I stepped into my house with the complete confidence of ownership. Sure, Iknew intellectually that I'd never been in this house before, but at thesame time I knew that I'd lived here for three years. I remembered movingin and buying the perfect furnishings for it. It was MY house."Perhaps I should examine my new life," I smiled faintly, feeling somewhatamused by this whole situation. It seemed silly to be examining my ownlife, the one that I'd always lived. Or at least it was the one I felt.