" Yes, I know," agreed Laurel who herself had spent a busy night with three young, rich, spoiled college girls, looking for a different experience. Th...y had been inexperienced with women, but young and energetic and Laurel was exhausted by the time they had satisfied their curiosity. At least they had not been sadistic, she thought, but her body ached and cried out for rest from the vibrators and the multiple orgasms both she and the women had repeatedly experienced."I can't take this," said. Where was I? In a field? A field? What field? How had I got to a field from that pub? It must have been an illegal rave. There had been several such events nearby over the last few weekends, annoying the locals and extending our small Police force. But why and how had I got to an illegal rave? After that, the next thing I knew was waking up in this pantry, handcuffed, chained, naked, and feeling very unwell. I was at some strange woman’s mercy and I had no idea where I was. What was possibly. "But what about your mum? Wouldn't she be just as good as me?" You must be fucking joking, Gran," said Olive. "She's a fucking waste of space. All Mum ever does is mainline and turn tricks for arseholes." Not like you, of course," said Babushka Oxana sardonically, despite knowing that any hint of reproof would be totally lost on her wayward granddaughter."Fuck no," said Olive affronted. "My mum's a fucking pin-cushion. I'd never stick needles in my arm and I'm not a fucking whore."But now, just. Which meant only one thing... that Marilyn had been watching at the door!It wasn't easy for Ronnie Goodge to bring up his young son alone, his wife had left him when the boy was only three years old and he had never heard from her since, nor wanted to for that matter. Over the years Ronnie had had more than one girlfriend and several times he had been tempted to re-marry but he had never quite felt strong enough about any one girl to tie the knot. He was fatally attracted to his sister-in-law.