‘Is something wrong Sam?’ ‘No, not at all Miss Keri.’ he assured her. ‘It’s just … ‘ he couldn’t help himself from adding. ‘Just w...at?’ He had had no intention at being so brazen as to complete his original thought which he had begun to blurt out, but now that she had asked he had no choice but to answer. ‘It’s just that you shouldn’t have to be doing these things Miss Keri. It’s what I’m here for, to do them for you, so you can rest and be taken care of.’ This then was the crux, and she knew. A further four times I had her flash as people neared, before standing up and approaching her. I escorted her along the path to where I had parked my car, and surprise, surprise the two men she flashed initially where sat on a bench not far away. As we approached, the lighter colour haired man said "Excellent scenery around here nowadays!"His mate replied "Yeah, and we are not even in the Cunt-try" loudly before laughing.I stopped Tammy and spoke with the two guys, I made sure Tammy never heard. She never saw him coming. I'm convinced of that. Any suffering would have been very brief, maybe a couple of seconds at most." he continued, fumbling for comforting words. Gypsy had been so badly damaged in the crash, they mercifully didn't even ask me to identify her. They used evidence from her purse and what they could glean from what was left of her lifeless body. That must have been the toughest thing that young cop ever had to do. * The following Saturday we held Gypsy's memorial service.. She smiles big, “Jason, what are you doing here?” She hugs me tight and says it is good to see me. “You have really grown up into quite a man.” Being much shorter than me I am able to smell her hair as her head is just below my chin. Gosh it smells sweet and clean and her breasts are hard against my chest. “I am serving as Altar Server for the funeral. Mom and Dad thought it to be a good idea because of being such close friends with the family.” “Great. I will be setting up the altar while.