Albie told me he wasn’t bitter, but just sad about the consequences his mistakes had triggered. As I observed him closely I began to realize what a ...ood looking man he must have been twenty years before. Even at sixty, he would he would have put most fifty-year-old men to shame.After the magnitude of his revelation I felt drained and finally announced that it was time for bed.I told Albie that, as a thankyou gesture for the incredible job he had done, I had decided that he could use the bed in. "Northcroft. That's where I was going. We were both born and raised there,otherwise we've got nothing in common at all. I know it was probably awild goose chase, but it was better than sitting in an empty flat waitingfor the door to burst off its hinges. Funny she should have..." She should have what?"Snapper Brookbank! It is you! Don't you remember me?"I didn't recognise her at first. She went out of her way to tell me whoshe was. Why would she do that? It's almost as if she was dropping. . fucking you... leisurely rapingyou... for what seems like forever... or at least hours... the stink...from His naked body... and His salty sweat... dripping down... on top ofyou... and running in rivulets... all over you.. down your flanks... andsides... and then suddenly... and with a particularly deep.. and painfullunge... you can feel Him... as He tenses... and shudders... lewdly...cursing you... for being such a white tease anyway... as he grips...your fucking naked flesh... in His hard. " I stopped. I couldn't answer those questions. I looked at the others for help."And why were you so comprehensively beaten? It couldn't have been for money, none was taken beyond what you had on you." One idea," suggested Keith. "He was with the woman, Alsvik, was it? And her husband or boyfriend caught them. That would account for the severity of the beating." But then, why steal everything from me including my clothes and leave me with nothing to identify me?" Perhaps the boyfriend/husband,.