Stud MakerChapter 2
At Carlton Manor Iris and I were reclining in sun chairs, secluded by shrubs and flowers. The azure blue sky was traced with high stratus and the scent of Jasmine was in the air. Here within the grounds of Carlton Manor life felt far from the madness of the war in Europe. And after my happy reunion here with Guy just earlier, the lads had jaunted off together. It made me smile with relief at how short our trauma lasted and was now transforming. Now we could chat about Guy's prospects of...