The bunch of seagulls resting in the outfield showed little interest in what was going on, only flying up if one of the groundsmen got too close for c...mfort."This sitting in the sun drinking feels so lazy and self-indulgent, that I begin to understand why you men do it!"Malcolm and I asked if they wanted an explanation of the rules - sorry, The Laws - of Cricket. Sian said that they would ask us if they didn't understand anything."It's basically rounders, isn't it?"I saw the grin on Sian's face. At that time, I had no idea what was coming. It was just another day. I walked into the living room having slept so well, I was feeling good and giddy."Good morning, Daddy! How did you sleep?" Daddy looked up at me and I could see him tense immediately. "Sarah, what are you wearing? Put some clothes on right now!" His voice was stern and with a tinge of anger. It caught me off guard. I looked down at myself – I was wearing the same sheer cotton V neck T shirt I've slept in for years. Granted it. Being newly back, she had drawn the holiday duty. Serves me right for going off the way I did. It's Boxing Day and I have nothing to fill my box! Olivia sighed; at least the tree-huggers had their fair share of muff-munchers, so she didn't come back totally unsatisfied.Olivia sighed again, back to the reports. She started to read a very detailed victim statement of a woman, one Emma Longstreet, a Victoria's Secret Model who reported be raped by a guy in a Santa Claus suit while on a sleigh.. He was pushing slowly and had stretched her intestine as much as it would stretch. She was moaning and then, after a pop, she screeched as the top of her intestine was punctured. She panted as the point pressed against her stomach until it penetrated. Black Jim wiggled the spear a bit to center it to enter her throat. One of the men bent her head back to allow the end to protrude from her lips with blood leaking from her ass and her mouth. Black Jim watched for a minute and then slammed his.