." Jenny counted off the jumps for Maggie. She had been counting so loud and long that, none of our poor innocent kids heard the speeding car.One drun... driver, racing to get away from the police. One man who had no feelings, no love for anything. All he wanted was to get away from the cops. This time, if they caught him, he was sure to get time in jail.As he turned the corner, he looked back to yell, " FUCK YOU COPS, FUCK YOU."He turned back to the font of the car, that's when he saw them. Ten. Suffice it to sayI got a nice assortment of plain underwear and matching bras. Mom eventalked me into getting a few lacier, sexier things. Okay, talked intois a bit of a stretch. She snatched them up and bought behind my backafter I?d made my choices and Dad was paying for them. We got a tendollar bet going that I?d be thanking her later.The one point of embarrassment was I had to have a bra fitting since Ididn?t know my bust size. Thankfully, the girl who did it was prettyunderstanding and. I put both my hands on the desk and fidgeted with a pencil. I tried to straighten up so my erection would be less notable but I knew it was a lost cause, she would see it and kick me out, probably report me to the principle and get me expelled. I didn’t want that to happen so I tried to think of something that would keep my mind off of Mrs. Sparks’s body. I tried to think about food and my cat but that didn’t help so I tried to think about the football game next Sunday. That helped a little bit. It’s classic Che Guevara. ‘I think I’ll call Bernie,’ I said. I dialled his home number and he answered on the second ring. He didn’t have too much to report but he had found out, through a contact in Land Registry, that Charles Brownlock had purchased a small farm near Southwold in Suffolk. He had bought the place a couple of years ago but it wasn’t listed as either of his addresses and wasn’t remotely near his inner-city constituency. We were all immediately struck by the proximity to.