Also,the justice maker was just leveling the playing field by being just asunderhanded as the wrongdoer.Then the plan came to the Machiavellian mother... The scheme wasunderhanded, dishonest, dishonorable, unethical and immoral. Those werethe best traits of it, but she did not care about how immoral it was.The plan would work, and getting the result is what made it morallyright. That is what mattered right now. She grinned as she prepared totell her, as of now, unknowing partner in crime, the. "Mum says you're coming down with something." I'm alright!" I looked exasperatedly at him. "I can't believe she's got you clucking after me too." Well, you do look a bit off colour," he grinned. "But there's obviously not that much wrong with you, we'll see you first thing tomorrow then." You staying there overnight?" I was a little surprised. Nan and Gramps only lived 90 minutes away."No way!" Martin gave me a lecherous grin. "Your mum and I are gonna take in a show and make a dirty night of. The little bitch was heading straight home. Good.This stalking, her tight sexy ass in those blue pants and the thrilling anticipation of what he had planned for her was giving him a massive stiffie. As she headed towards the path by the car-park he had to make a conscious effort to control his breathing.She was almost at decision point. Could he really do this?Like most men the fantasy of abducting and raping a girl was a pleasant one that he regularly indulged in. Of course moral. Beth and I looked at each other, then fled.~~~~The adrenaline wore off about three blocks away. We leaned against an alley wall, breathing hard and laughing.“We really have to work on your interpersonal skills,” I said, “but you’re right... it is more satisfying to just punch them. You okay?”Beth nodded and grinned, then touched my reddened jaw. “Are you?” she asked.“All except my pride. Been a while since someone decked me.”“Poor baby. I’ll protect you better next time.”~~~~Amanda greeted us.