Hands tied with wire chafing his wrists down to a bloody mess already, he couldn’t shout as his mouth, with missing and loose teeth was stuffed with...some evil tasting smelly rag and his two black eyes and gashed brow was bound with dark brown gaffer tape. The tape covered his ears too,16year old Trish happily munched her way through a bag of crisps, another one ready for her between Des’ meaty, grubby denim clad thighs as he stared at her gorgeous pale limbs and the tiny white panty vee of her. ." "OW!" " ... is a town in France a little past Geneva." I said. "We're going to pick up the car advertised in the Match. I bought it." How do we get there?" Drive, that's why we need the lorry," I said."The lorry is in Arras." So, we go there first."Hazebrouck to Arras by canal; check out of the hotel; pick up the lorry, fuel it up and grab a bite to eat, then Arras to the A26 ... get ticket for the toll... , A26 around Saint-Quentin, Saint-Quentin to Reims, around Reims picking up the A4.. . Really Sweetie, no bullshit."That's the first time Bob had recognized hearing anyone use Heather's nickname, Hey.Then with a forced smile, "Now, why don't you two get out of here and go get to know each other a little better."Heather and Bob slowly stood and hugged Judy and Chelly, then hand in hand headed for the back door.When it closed and she was sure they were truly on their way, Michelle finally broke down and sobbed openly, moving over to her mother for comfort."I know that was hard. Don't pretend you didn't! Jesus, I've had that fantasy for about two years..." she kissed me hard - I didn't respond. She just laughed. "Oh, come on, lighten up. I'm not gonna tell, I promise. Honestly. This is just something we BOTH need right now, hey?" I nodded and grinned, awkwardly...********************************************************************************************************************I had gone home more or less straight away and hadn't seen her for a week, apart from one.