"Quite possibly, but first I need to fuck you," said Simon before planting his lips on Mandy's."Follow me then," said Mandy turning on her heels and S...mon looked at the trousers that were so tight that she might as well have not been wearing any, very soon she would not be. Simon's eyes were on Mandy's buttocks for every undulating step they took up the stairs and he cupped them as soon as the lovers were facing each other in the bedroom.There was some tongue swapping kissing before the couple. ‘Jenny, have you been here at the hospital ever since I got knocked down?’ ‘Most of the time, yes. I had to make sure they were looking after my boy properly,’ she replied. ‘What about your husband? Surely he must be pretty pissed off that you’ve spent so much time here?’ ‘Fuck him! He’s history. I caught him with that little slut in my bloody bed. I hope you don’t mind, I moved into one of the spare rooms of the cottage for the time being, Helen and… um, Helen helped me. Mr Macintosh said it. I wouldn't kill kids. Use to be that noone would kill women, but me, I would take the work, as I figured as longit was adults, one was as good as the other. This was partly the cause ofmy current condition. My last job was to go into a house and to steal abook. I was offered one million dollars- more than any single job where Ididn't have to fence what I took. I lived simply enough that it would goa long ways. I got a layout of the house, and profiles of the residents.A mother and her 12. Emma knew full well what I was like by now, and I knew that she would be nervous, yet excited at the prospect of what I had in store for her. The day finally arrived. The time approached twelve o’clock midday. I sent my first message to Emma. “Go to the café across the road from where you work, order a coffee and choose a table at the back of the café.” I had often spoken with Emma on her lunch breaks and I knew that her favourite place to sit was the comfy leather chairs at the front of the.