I grabbed my old camera, after making sure it had film, moved downstairs in waiting. The aroma of cooked beef and potatoes was clearly distinguishable...in the cool, afternoon air. Well, it was spring, mind you, so the air is always humid and the weather glum and impassive. There were spots of frost in the garden, and the constant dropping of dew from the eaves. Believe it or not, this is actually considered a good day, and we English kids carved solitude from the dreary climate that is Englands.. I walked around and found an empty table in the corner and sat with my drink enjoying the music and watching some guys playing pool.I was quite content at this moment and just enjoying the atmosphere. The table next to mine had 3 guys with a pitcher of beer. I caught one of them looking in my direction and I smiled at him. He nervously turned away, I guess because he got caught trying to look up my skirt. They started talking and taking glances towards me. I found out later the guy had told. They had said that they were from out of town and their husbands were at some meeting. Earl whispered to me that we could nail these women easily and I agreed but I thought they were too old. Sam chimed in that we could poke them now and hit the bars for some younger tail afterwards. We all agreed and asked the women if they would like to go to our house and smoke some weed. They said yes and we were there in two minutes. Sam was on the couch with Mary-she had blonde hair and looked to weigh. She had never been the type of woman who dreamed of being taken by force, or tied up or sexually dominated in any other way. And she'd had no idea why this chance encounter should have affected her in this manner but she was not at all comfortable with it.Thad had been Wednesday. Several times between then and her scheduled date with David on Friday evening Chelsea had seriously considered calling him to cancel or at least postpone, more than once getting to the point of taking out her phone.