I use to meet up with four or five pals and we would have a few beers and watch the English Premiership Monday night football on sky. Drinking and foo...ball buddies more than friends.Sarah, my girlfriend was the only female and my mates were rangingin age from 40s to an ex army pal Martin in his late 60s.Martin likes a drink or two and had been single for the few years I had known him. While watching the football I started to think how hot it would be to expose her but there was no way that. My pay didn't run out in a bar in the middle of themonth, and I was spending enough time at home to cook rather than dialfor pizza.The changes were down to her, frankly. Left alone, I'd never have givenup the ludicrously hedonistic lifestyle I'd built up. But Becky was avery old-fashioned sort of woman, and perhaps she thought she was savingme somehow.For such a staid sort of person, she managed to surprise me in bed. Sherefused penetration because we weren't married. But putting that out. ”Holly shook her head. “Marisa already tried. Nothing out that way to see.”Gene shrugged. “Where else could they have gone?”Holly stood straight a moment, then rushed down a hallway. Gene followed. She snatched at a cord which attached to a pull-down door into the attic. “We looked up there, Holly. Nothing up there.”She didn’t reply and climbed the small ladder, disappearing through the opening in the ceiling. Gene stepped up and crawled in behind her. Holly was on her hands and knees ahead of. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Fucking trolls, and witches, and who the fuck knows what the hell else will come at us.” “Look. I agree with you,” Seth said trying to keep up with him, “but she doesn’t remember who you are. She’s going to be scared, confused.” “I’ll take her home. I’ll let her have her own room, and win her back” “Really?” Seth sounded incredulous. Zak scowled down at him. “I’m not a heartless son-of-a-bitch.” “What about her father?” Zak stopped midstride and swerved to.