It must be a relief.”She gave me a weak smile. “I’m not finished. He started sexually abusing Jasmin when she turned seven. I caught him, grabbe... Jasmin and called the police.”I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the direction of her story. “So, he’s in jail?”“He’s dead. He was killed in prison nine months after being incarcerated.”Silence fell as we ate. I couldn’t imagine abusing a child. What drove her husband to it? It made me worry about Sia and me all over again. Was I him? Was I a. He asks me to his apartment for a cup of tea if I fancied, that it was only a few minutes away.I jumped on the opportunity lol.I followed him to his apartment in my car.We went inside and had our usual friendly chat over a cuppa.He then suggested he was just going to have a shower and freshen up.He said he will only be a couple of minutes if I wanted to wait.I said what the heck and waited.A few minutes later I hear him shout "fuck, could you grab me the towel from my gym bag"I grabbed the. Do you have an invitation?” Tifa widened her stance, allowing her left leg to pop out from the dress slit, and asked, “Do I really need an invitation?” Leslie gazed hard at the bombshell in front of him. Man, the thoughts that swirled around in his mind. The two other guards could only stand there drooling over Tifa. Regaining his composure, Lesile answered, “Sorry babe, but you have to have an invite.” With that he turned around and walked back to his position. Tifa dropped her small clutch. Jen grabbed a couple of third-pint bottles of milk, we thanked the server, and left her to continue her yawning over her hot plates.I remembered that Mum had put a pork pie in our pack-up, so I picked up a couple of sachets of English Mustard, and borrowed a knife. Jen nipped back and added a third bottle of milk while I was doing that."I know what a tea-pot you are, big brother!" It was the girls, honest! They've corrupted me. I never drank anything like as much tea until I met them!" Yeah, I.