There yesterday. Yeah, I can find it. Thanks." Here, take these!" The woman passed her a small bowl with warm scones wrapped in a cloth, along with a ...mall basket containing fresh, chilled milk and small cups. "Enjoy!"Lauren nodded, and walked quietly off in the direction of the Glade. Her brothers were still shut in their shared bedroom, and she assumed they were sleeping. The relative calm of the farm was hard to swallow. The days of terror and fear, of being filthy, hungry, even pissing. Amanda wouldmonitor people out of the corner of her eye, sussing out who was eyeingher up. Tonight, it would be every hot blooded male in the club. Shewouldn't be able to miss the erections taking place, causing an innerglow knowing she is working her magic to good effect. The music wouldchange mood to a slower number and that's when the guys usually 'move in'on their prospective prey. Amanda would be the first target, of that I'msure. But who would be brave enough to make the first approach?. Into this situation rode our heroes. Miss Jacobs, the body of an angel, beautiful blue eyes, long blonde hair, a heart of stone and the object of if not affection, then certainly lust from every warm blooded male who met her.Alan Allenbridge was perhaps the exception, Miss Jacobs’ perfection struck fear into him, he wheeled his horse away rather that wish her good day. She watched with amusement, plotting how to humilliate him. Bunty Bagthorpe roused her from her day dream.“Ah Miss Jacobs,. It’s the third time around that we’re finding out what a really formidable weapon Hugo can be.This one started off fairly simply. The case was a really nasty one, a guy who’d taken his wife out to a lovely river park and then politely pushed her into the rapids. He denied it, of course, kept saying she fell and he’d tried to save her. But he had tell-tale scratches on his face, a waist-high railing guarded against accidental falls, there was a lot of money involved, and the dummy came to us.