"The hairdressers? I thought Babs had fixed my hair this morning, apparently not as we head off towards the salon. I was sat in the waiting area, and ...abs went of into the back to talk to the manager. She came back about ten minutes later wearing a gown of some sorts, with another woman holding a gown for me to wear. We were led over to the washbasins, which we're very oddly shaped. I sat down, and the hairdresser lowered my head in between the protruding porcelain of the sink, and proceeded to. Oh dear ... So it looks as if young Joseph has been working for himself on the side without telling us?”“Looks like that. And against the terms of his contract.”“Yes, that’s what it looks like, doesn’t it? What are we talking about? It’s not someone’s garden path, is it?”Chris reads further down and his eyes take in the quantities involved.“This is a serious amount of aggregate...”“Yes, a good few lorry loads there. It’s not, as you said, someone’s garden path or driveway. If I am not seriously. My bare toes clench in the grass and I bend my knees as the last drops of pee trickle down my legs and I can see you looking up at me with your fingers still buried in your vagina and I cry out your name as I orgasm. You reach up with one hand and grab my arm and pull me down towards you and my foot slips in the wet grass, wet with our pee, and I fall on top of you and we are both giggling. You roll me over on my back and sit astride me and your hair is falling over your face so I cannot see. Smiling, Jerry said, “I live eight blocks from here. Just head for ugly and drive for six blocks. Make another turn towards uglier and drive two more blocks.”Jenny laughed at his directions, but understood exactly what he meant. She drove several miles out of her way, just to avoid that area of the city. If his directions were anywhere near accurate, the only way she’d go there is with a bodyguard. She asked, “Are you kidding?”“No, I’m not.”“Aren’t you afraid of living there?”“Not really. In.