. "MMMM, " a seductive 'female' voice whispered, "GOOD EVENING, Constable Marsha McINTYRE!" WHAT..." the wide-eyed 'Miss Victoria Police' stammered. "...OU KINKY BITCH, SARGE - PROSTITUTES?"The blonde policegirl turned. Another prostitute stood in the open doorway of the nearest toilet cubicle. Her long hair cascaded down over her shoulders in a rather 'slutty' coiffure. The blonde 'Miss Victoria Police' realised that, she'd been set up. Behind the smirking prostitute, Marsha glimpsed another. His nose twitched and he sniffed again. He grinned once more, his teeth like mountain peaks in his maw. He could smell the sweat of their bodies clearly. There was no doubt about it. They were close. Just a few miles to the east, towards the center of the garden, he was certain. Rising, he moved silently into the foliage and the shadows. There was no rush. He would find them soon enough. And as the last light of day slipped from the sky, he knew he had many hours before the dawn. * She stirred. The woman was small. Even with a thick black winter jacket over probably a couple of layers of sweaters, that was clear. If she came up to his chest he'd be very surprised, and the almost pure white wrist and hands appearing out of her sleeves were thin, almost delicate. Asian features, he wanted to guess Chinese. Her hair was short, red, almost a pink. Either it was dyed, or she had some Irish in her. Her lips were black, he hoped with lipstick and not frostbite."Are ... you Craig?" Her voice. Please Olivia.” Jenny really did plead as she wasn’t keen to go again to see Mrs. Denver for the cane. Her daughter pouted and exclaimed, “I bet Grandma spanks really hard.” Her Mum blushed and knew exactly the answer. “Yes well, but she is insisting Olivia.” They left the house together at five minutes to eight and drove the short distance in silence. Jenny knocked on the door and when the door was opened she saw a very frosty Mother. “In to the lounge you two,” she instructed, and followed.