It was unreal. I felt like a character in a film but there was no script. Charlotte couldn’t sleep either. Mrs. M’s daughter leaned over the edge...of her bed and we talked about life in America, about the invasion, and a great many things that seemed a world away. Then she said I shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor. She said her bed was soft and big enough for us both. I had to refuse her offer, I knew it would be difficult to control myself lying next to her. In the faint light I could make. And with your lack of cooperation today, you are going away for a long time, young lady!’ ‘No!’ she shouted. Williams picked up his notepad and flipped it closed. ‘You can’t protect Big Eddie, Katherine. And the more you try, the deeper you get…’ She struggled for breath. Her shaking hands lifted what remained of her cigarette. She stared at the floor and took a final drag before stubbing it out. The chipped green ashtray was full. ‘Katherine!’ Jeffries waited until she looked at him before. It was on a cold but sunny February morning that everything changed. I could see from the moment she appeared that there was something on her mind. The normally breezy ease she shared with me had been replaced by an anxiety that I couldn't quite explain. I knew something was off, and it was with a sense of foreboding that I poured that first cup of coffee.Watching silently as she swirled her cinnamon stick into the steaming cup, I finally built up the nerve to take her hand in mine. "Melissa,. Liberated and free, yes I got horny with troubled thoughts of just letting it all go, our playground in fucking school was full of young girls running around with their pussies wanting to be fingered by the male staff, and some of the female staff. We were all following each others lead, competing with each other, undoing a few buttons to reveal our new breasts, aching to be suckled, lingerie knickers that would embarrass our parents, but that was the exciting bit about it, we were messing with.