But where was Leo?This person may have his eyes, a trace of his voice, the sameinfuriating need to fiddle with the sugar bowl - but otherwise, this wa...not him."So, after this, where do you stand with Terry?" she asked."He wants me to marry him."The words hung in the air, as if incapable of being understood. Itseemed an age before Megan stammered, "But that cannot happen. You area man for Gods sake!" Not any more I'm not."Two coffees were tabled allowing both women to collect their thoughts."I. A prof introduced Angus. Apparently he'd published a small book every five years. His hair and beard were still ginger, but visibly grey-white. He looked sad."Thank you. I'm glad to be here, and I glad to see you," he began. "I'm going to read a few poems and then pause and answer any queries you might have. I hope not to depress you overly, but these are dark, not joy-filled works. If you can't bear it, just go ahead and leave."He read two. They were about loss and loneliness. He said: "This. Helen watched him flex it. At least it didn’t look as nasty as the one she had seen a few weeks ago. “I think we can warm you up a little with this one” he said tapping it on her superb cheeks.Mr Hunter drummed it many times on her cheeks. Helen was so aroused by it she struggled to hold the desk but thrust her bottom right back as she groaned and yelped.He stopped.His hand roved across her bottom.Helen laid her head on the desk. Then she felt his fingers in her knickers. Down they came slowly.. Two others would stay with Karen as they figured out what to do with their lives as would the two men. The last two would live with us. One of them was the one who had shot the four men. Susan Hart was the shooter and Morgan Wallace had known her for some period before their capture.Susan said, "Thanks for taking us in. We'll work for our keep. We had avoided the gangs for so long and then we were caught about a month ago. I was hanging on hoping for a chance to escape. If not, I planned to die.