"#"Debbie, I have net access," Vicky announced."Right." I snapped open the keyboard at the console, and Vicky replacedthe vid programs with someone's ...rivate page.The interface looked about the same as it did before. I had no idea howlong this stolen link would remain active, so I quickly ran a search forIndira Albright. There was little except a dozen decades-old reports ofher disappearance - and two small stories dated within the last coupleof years.The first link was to a report from two. I gently restrained him. "I don't think your mother would like you to see things like that or like me showing you these pictures," I said to him. "She's not my mother. My mother's in prison. She's my grandmother. There's a lot she doesn't know about me," said the boy now leaning quite close. "Can I buy that picture?" "Well, this is a gift for my friend. His name is Paul. People think he's Santa Claus but he's not." "He's got a nice big dick. My name's Ty by the way," said the boy. "Does. Frank came and watched us for a bit. He was grinning and patted me on the shoulder. “She wanted to have her brains fucked out tonight. From the look on her face, I’d say you did just that. I’ve never seen her so devastated or ravaged. Good job!”When Alice begged us off, we stopped. She was immobile. Frank reappeared thirty minutes later dressed in his cowboy outfit. Alice had indeed become comatose. He picked up his wife and carried her naked body to his car. Despite my nudity, I followed. His hands were pushed into the pockets of his navy blue Adidas trackies. The expression on his sculpted face was somewhere between an amused scowl and an attempt at seriousness. I couldn't figure the possible reason for him wanting a 'GBF'. I mean, what kind of guy – what kind of straight guy – advertises for a gay friend? And what kind of gay guy responds? Although I'd told Jessie that I was doing it for a laugh, I really wasn't sure why I was sat in a pub car park on a Saturday afternoon.