My friend Nick was always a little 'different'. We took the piss out of him as lads do, but he had a very sexy Indian girlfriend who he claimed to fuc... regularly so we never suspected he was anything other than straight.One summers day I visited Nick as I was in the area. He was wearing shorts and was more serious than usual. I asked him what was wrong and he said he had split from his girlfriend. I said that was sad and that I had liked her (in fact I regularly wanked thinking about her!). I. Then it was a different voice. A woman’s voice. ‘We wouldn’t want any…harm…to come to you.’ She’d heard her before, she’d seen her before. But where? Frowning, she immediately tried to shake her head, straining hard against the restraints. She was sure she was hurting herself. ‘Where’s Idris?! Where am?! What are you doing to me?!’ Her voice lowered as she growled. ‘Let me go!’ The figure smiled at her, her teeth surprisingly perfect and white for someone who looked like they had crawled out. After my first full breakfast in a while, Willow drove the truck to the fair ground.Set up shouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but with all the bickering about placement, it took an hour. Fortunately the coffee wagon opened, so we got to do our changes with a cup of coffee. That one thing might have prevented a murder.Our display started off slowly, but by eleven we had a fairly steady stream of people coming through. I was wearing desert camouflage cargo fatigues with the blade leg. ”“Fine,” he answered.“All right,” said John. “Thanks. Can you tell me frankly what happened at the party as far as you were concerned?”Ian thought for a moment and then related dancing, fumbling with the girl he was with, and then a trip outside.“Who was the girl?” asked John urgently.“Oh, yes, Lucy – yes Lucy – we called her juicy Lucy because she was!” he giggled, and John at his end smiled.“Surname?” John asked.“Oh ... Wait a minute. Now what was ... John what’s that cartoon on the box – lad.