‘I sent you Mark’s contact details, call him,’Sharon flipped through her messages and hovered above his phone number.‘But we’ve never met hi..., are you sure he’s ok?’Just as Sharon was texting, a message came through from Mark….. ‘Boo’ was all it said. Sharon immediately called Marcus, “He just sent me a message and all it said was Boo,”Marcus laughed and said. “Well baby, ‘Boo’ him back. He’s probably not sure it’s you… and is just being cautious to start with.”Sharon could feel that welcome. They looked at us and averted their eyes when welooked at them. The man behind the counter was anunsavory looking guy. His face was pock marked andit looked like he hadn't shaved in days. I just feltlike he was dirty. I made sure I was not closeenough to smell him. Mum headed directly to a glass enclosedcounter and pointed out to the clerk the items shewanted. She selected a couple of dildos, butt plugsand some plastic beads on strings. She also pointedout battery powered eggs. She also. Like a good soldier, I waved and kept my mouth shut. He grimaced, but shrugged and returned to his drink. All my attention returned to memorizing every sound that entered my ears.About a half mile from home, Tracey’s whimpers turned to muffled cries. I couldn’t help but turn and watch as she shuddered and shook, her face buried in Mike’s shoulder. When she looked up, she met my eyes. Hers were glazed in pleasure. Mine were filled with awe.I didn’t masturbate to the memories for almost a day.The. "Does it hurt?" he asked, she stamped once."Has it been looked at?" he asked, she stamped twice, "Ah," he exclaimed, "Lets have a look then." and he unbuckled the straps holding her boot."Oh god," he exclaimed, 314 tried to look down but the stiff high collar around her neck prevented her, "When did you last wash your feet?"He stood up, "Just a bruise but," he looked at her face, tears welled deep behind her blinkers, "Just a bruise."Her stare unnerved him, "Lets get the other boot off, maybe.