He had been to high school parties before and this was more or less par for the course. Teenagers were interspersed throughout the house, drinking and...smoking pot. The furniture had been moved out of the living room, which had been converted to a dance floor. Loud music was playing - girls were frantically twerking and grinding on the boys, who were aggressively pushing their crotches into the girls’ asses. Austin spotted his friend Owen on the swim team dancing with his girlfriend. He was. I bounced my ass down beside her so quickly I almost sat on top of her. I took one of Kelly's feet in my hand. I massaged the bottom of her foot, concentrating mostly on the heel. Kelly moaned, and squirmed with instant gratification. "Oh my God that feels so good!" she screeched. I took her other foot and gave it the same stimulating treatment. As Kelly squirmed, and moaned all I could think about was how I would make her moan for different reasons!I was about to do something really. "Annabel paused and Margaret pointed to a box on the floor containing a pink baby plate, cutlery and a few pieces of fruit and tinned food. "Thanks."Margaret waited and inhaled deeply. "Look, Anabel, I need to know who you are running from. I can't help to protect you if I don't know..." You can't protect me from him. Nobody can."Margaret touched the bridge of her nose. "I can, now if it's the Police, I have a great record 'gainst the Police and if it's..." How about London gangsters?" Anabel. Despite this, she came straight to me. "D'you mind if I sit here?"On auto-pilot my mouth functioned without my conscious decision. Ingrained politeness, perhaps. "Not at all – please do."I watched as she placed her mug on the table, pulled out the chair, and sat. Her face – round, with a peach-like complexion – was flushed with the chill of a windy, wet, summer's day. Warm, brown eyes looked consideringly back at me, and full lips quirked a smile."Tim Broadbent?" That's me..." Jack says you're.