?Hang on I?ll come and havea look.? That was my cue, I shuffled across to thedriver?s seat. I watched as the girl locked the shop behind her and then ...alfwalked, half ran towards us, walking round the van to where Harry was standingby the pump. I just heard a muffled squeak, a thump and the sound of the reardoors opening and closing. Then there was a slap on the other side of the panelbehind my back and Harry?s voice calling, ?Go!? I drove off, slowly and carefully as we?dagreed. We?d gone. My better judgement told me itwasn't the right time to get involved in an ongoing police investigationthat might have nothing to do with Mel's disappearance.As I was walking away with the rest of the bystanders, I felt someonetap me on the shoulder. I turned around defensively to face a very good-looking, well-dressed, mature woman. "Donald Parks?" she asked."Yes, I'm Don Parks. How can I help you ma'am?" Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Margaret Adams, but I'm sureyou don't know me.. But you may call me Richard or Dick as most of the people around here do, although I would really prefer you use Richard.’ Marion holds out her hand, ‘I am pleased to meet you Richard. And once again, thank you.’ He shakes her hand gently and says, ‘Now if I may be a little familiar and call you Marion, I will see you home.’ ‘Yes, I would like that.’ As they walk down the hill, with Richard leading his horse, he says, ‘You know this is a very small town, so please do not think I watch you all. She had a sexy voice, with a soft accent he couldn't quite place, completely unlike the coarse city accent he'd expected.He took off his underwear and walked into the centre of the room. The matting was soft and deeper than it looked. It felt very much like a comfortable bed beneath his naked feet. He sat down. The mat didn't have as much spring as a bed, but it was thick enough that he couldn't feel the hard floor beneath his buttocks."Coming right out," Amanda called out.Ken felt a little.