When we got to the Mall Jim told me that we weren't really going shopping or hanging out. Meg had talked to Sydney and arranged to meet her at the mal... and the four of us were going to the theater. When we got inside we sat down together and then Meg asked me to go with her to the snack bar. I got a large coke for her and some candy snacks and we headed back. When we got to the entrance to the movie Meg turned right instead of left. I got a puzzled look and Meg said."I really don't think Sydney. " I asked her a few more questions and then I got her to strip off and show me what she had to offer. She had a plump little ass and tits that were a perfect little handful. I could tell already that she would be quite popular. I took a few snaps of her in various poses, sometimes covering some parts of her body and other times making sure she was fully on display. I was hard throughout the quick photo session. Seeing Shelley there, winking and smiling cheekily for the camera was doing special. This house, isolated from the rest, had, besides the main entrance, another in the Rue Ponthieu. Even before the coachman had hailed the concierge, the massy gates rolled on their hinges--they had seen the Count coming, and at Paris, as everywhere else, he was served with the rapidity of lightning. The coachman entered and traversed the half-circle without slackening his speed, and the gates were closed ere the wheels had ceased to sound on the gravel. The carriage stopped at the left side of. An idea flashed in my mind. What if I marched into Wayne's house with a gun and shot the old man before he tortured anyone? Neighbours might hear the gunshots, the police might arrest me, and I might spend the rest of my life in prison. But if Erika told the police about what she had been through, perhaps they'd let me go.The gun was heavier than it looked. It was a small and shiny black revolver, probably never been fired before. I rested my fingers on the cold metallic barrel. I had seen guns.