After a few passes mom began a low moan. As she began to stir awake I reached for her hands and pulled them up over her head. It would not do for her ...o find her panties in tatters at this point. Mom kept her eyes closed but moved her torso up off the bed to meet my hands rubbing her breasts. “I see you are in a better mood now” she whispered. As I moved over to get on top she spread her legs wide. I put one hand on her hip to disguise the moment I grabbed the cut flap of her panties and then. Young and old came to browse, women mainly, some came to dump the sort of tat they couldn't shift on Freecycle or eBay, boxes full of the rubbish, you'll gather I loathed and detested the whole lot of them.But next door the charity had our very successful drop in centre, we couldn't say so but it was for the local Afro Carribean youth or more specifically, young black men who we kept off the streets quite successfully.Why did I work in this detestable hell hole you may ask?Satisfaction, a job. . if someone ... sees us?” She was almost hoping they’d say no, so she wouldn’t have to go through with this. It was exciting, and terrifying, like skydiving.The boys shrugged. “Nope,” they said together.Tash squirmed and wriggled, and eventually nodded as she turned around and set her hands on her wardrobe. “Ok, ok ... I...” This was scary! But it wasn’t as scary as her trip into the Shadow Realm. And besides, she’d get to edit it later, or delete it, if she didn’t like it. That didn’t change. “I’ll have to see about fixing a mount for the 50 and the Vickers K.” Jack added.“They’re in the back of the three-tonner along with four three-inch mortars and their shells.” Titch chimed in.For three days the men worked on the Jeep, as it was now called, at the end of which it bore little resemblance to the vehicle that had first arrived. It had been painted the sand colour, the windscreen was removed, just behind the driver and passenger seat was a mount that supported the 50 calibre machine.