Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines) and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).Computers were called calculat...rs; they were hand cranked.Typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage and changing the ribbon.INTERNET’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that did not exist.Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the evening. As you grew up, the country was exploding with growth.The Government. All she could now utterwas a very muffled moan.'Michelle, that was very disobedient of you!' Max told her in a sternvoice. ''Just for that we will have to discipline you before we take youdownstairs.' She heard someone sit on the bed while the other man tookher shoulders and pulled her forwards, she found herself placed oversomeone's knee, her dress and slip was pulled up and her knickers pulleddown a little exposing her shaven white bottom, then she was subjectedto a thorough and very hard. It was from Gary. Julie didn’t really want to talk about counselors and the like. She didn’t want to think about Gary or her marriage at all. At least not before she had some time to spend with Greg. She almost closed the window without read it, then decided at the last minute to click on it. She read it. It was only one line. ‘I guess we can stop pretending now.’ Julie read it again, not understanding. Then she realized there was an attachment. It was a non-descriptive jpeg name, something. ‘I dun’no, I told you. He’s probably after me because I grassed him up in court.’ ‘No fucking chance,’ gorilla one said, dragging Curtis from the floor by his lapels. ‘You’d be floating in that bleedin’ river by now, if Johnny Carpenter was after your blood. Now tell us what did Carpenter want with a little shit like you?’ The plan here was for Curtis to get the idea that these guys weren’t looking for Simmons at all. If he thought that they were looking for me, Curtis might be more likely to.