"We trooped into a beachside café where we all enjoyed an ice cold milkshake, mum and Shannon sat together, Shannon with a hand between mum's thighs...."You're wet, you slut," she laughed, and mum blushed looking at the bulge in Colin's shorts."It's the weather," she protested, but parted her legs discreetly and sat there with a dreamy kind of smile on her face."You need a shave, Sarah." Are you offering?" Mmm, yes please." Well, that's this afternoon taken care of," mum laughed, and we strolled. "Look!" Ed told me with exasperation as we prepared to climb once more down into the sewers, "Katie is very nearly licensed to kill, and has the temperament to do it and come back for seconds! We've got a very secure old farmhouse near Epping that we've been using as a safehouse since the Cold War started, with security glass and a reinforced door that'll need more than a big pair of boots to kick down. There are guns there and her father, who is the caretaker, is mean old bugger of a bastard. “This shit makes me so horny,” said the pink haired chick to me in a matter of fact tone. “Hi, I’m Caz.”“Steve,” I said, shaking the offered hand briefly. Introductions made, she lifted her vest over her head, revealing little bra-less tits, both nipples pierced. She kicked her Doc’s off and dropped her jeans, sitting next to me naked. She too was shaved clean, a little tattoo of a skull just above and to one side of her slit, two piercings in her labia. She sat there next to me, legs open,. ?You tramp!? Bonnie yelled and Denise stopped dead in her tracks.?That’s right I heard all about it. Ms Hampsten called me and told me you were in the library making out with some boy.??What?? A look passed across her face and Paul caught it. The look said, Ms. Hampsten did not have the entire story, but it also said that Denise wanted to hide something.?You heard me. Tramp. I spoke to Ms. Hamption. She was little coy, but she spilled it.??What did she tell you???That you were in the library.