Whatever the problem was it must be serious. She was flustered and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. I followed her down the hallway – tr...ing to ignore the faint but persistent smell of cats that always hung around her house. Betty had never been what you would call “houseproud” – she vacuumed rarely and dusted less and the place was cluttered with unopened junk-mail, dirty cups and saucers, clothes awaiting ironing – all manner of stuff. She might be a pillar of the church but she. ......Areyou.............Dave?" In her shock she dropped the files and I don't even thinkshe heard them clatter to the floor."At home I'm known as Diane, Carol, or at least I have been for the pasttwo weeks. I'm sorry you had to find out this way - I hope the shockwon't spoil our work relationship?" I offered as she looked me up anddown."You............You are a very pretty looking woman, Dave, Err, I mean Diane.There is no way I'd have known it was you, especially when I passed youin the. ”“You talk a lot,” the girl pointed out.“Several people have told me that I should go into either show business or politics,” Ted admitted.“So, what’s the third thing you can do?” Paul asked.“Three, I can let you stay here, at least for a while. You’ll be safe, and if I ever do call the police you can make a run for it then as easy as you can now. At least you’ll have time to make a plan.”Paula and Paul looked at each other. When they looked back at Ted he was walking over to the hut.“I didn’t. "Why not?" I think I know what you want to see."Her hands slid under the hem of her t-shirt, stayed there for a second, and then pulled it up slowly, revealing a lack of panties and something more. I was impressed with what she had shown me, especially her wet pussy, but at the same time, I felt cheated. All this damsel-in-distress crap was a lie. Her ankle wasn't injured. She had lied to me, plain and simple."I have to go," I said dryly and turned to leave.Her hand shot up and grabbed.