A young girl went into one of the changing cubicles to try something on. After a few minutes Alice started to wonder about her. She tip-toed closer to...the booth and saw the small bare feet of the youngster. Then she heard the sigh of pleasure. The sound was unmistakable. Alice knew at once that the girl was masturbating. Her breath was raspy and quick and every so often she'd hit the side of the booth with her elbow or knee, Alice wasn't sure which.She knew that she should just leave the girl. .. eight ... something,” he reported, struggling to read the small analogue face with his sleepy eyes. “‘Bout ten after eight.”“Mmm ... Good. It’s still kinda early, then,” Marcy purred. She was beginning to sound much more ‘awake’ now. Though he couldn’t see her face, somehow Paul knew Marcy’s eyes were wide open.“I suppose,” he hesitantly agreed. “Some people are probably up and about, though.”“Probably,” Marcy agreed with a sigh. She tried to hide it, but Paul could hear the apprehension in. Ralph had finished his food and walked over to Karen demanding a pat. I give up. ‘Breakfast is ready.’ She grabbed my hand and led me back into the kitchen. Breakfast wasn’t the normal subdued occasion, it was as if the presence of Nat and Karen had given Mum a new interest in life, they laughed about everything, even Nat’s disastrous marriage. I was only half listening but I did pick up that Karen had a few disasters of her own with men who promised much but delivered little. Breakfast over I. M. she was driving through the gates and upthe rough track. She stopped the car outside the house in a clean and well-swept yard, borderedby whitewashed farm buildings. The house itself was built in stone with a thatchedroof. She spent a few moments making sure she looked her best, straighteningher pleated skirt and checking her white blouse was properly tucked in. Herhigh-heeled black sandals were clean. Jill wasn't surprised when there was no answer to the doorbell; farmerswere busy people.