”I saw her glance at the erection beneath my dress and consider the options. She bit her lip and looked out the window, then threw a nervous glance ...n the direction of the driver. Thankfully he seemed to have concluded that I wasn’t a danger to his upholstery and wasn’t paying any attention to us. I could see the moment when she came to a decision. All uncertainty left her face, and there was a determined glint in her eyes.She shifted into the middle seat and whispered in my ear. “Take off your. Let’s go.”He didn’t have a surfboard rack on his car but it didn’t matter. It was an old Kingswood station wagon, rusted and a bit worn and tatty, but big, so we put the board in the back. We didn’t bother to get changed. I only had my wetsuit, and some shorts and a t-shirt in my backpack. You’re not supposed to drive in thongs or without a shirt but Mattie did anyway.The house was an Edwardian wooden bungalow, with boards which were once white but which were all peelin’ now, and Windsor-green. James put the gun safely back in his waist bag and zipped the plastic closed on the boat cover. He put the cover over the other piece so they were stacked again and then sat down facing Jessica.She growled, "Big man with the gun thinks he's in charge."James slapped her again, "Shut the fuck up. I'm in charge because I was First Officer. I'm in charge because I'm the most qualified to make sure we all survive. I'm in charge because you're a moron. The gun is just a bonus." He smiled.James. I sadlylooked up at her and told her no thanks and that I wasn't thirsty. Mymouth was so dry I couldn't even swallow something to drink anyway.Before Aunty Ann closed the TV room door she let me know that it wasalmost 6 o'clock. I picked at the food on the plate, and was starting toforce myself to eat, when I heard the dreaded knocking at the front door.I heard my Mothers voice greet Aunty Ann and I heard the two of them passthe closed door on the way out to the dinning room.I knew that.