“I never realised you knew,” she whispered. “I didn’t ask Philip to handcuff you – and he is an idiot. I would have felt a lot safer if you ...ere with me, and would have stayed by your side. And it wasn’t the whole night, it was just five minutes, I think. Five minutes which changed my world view. We’d been together for a year, and I would be married to the man I loved and lusted non-stop for in just a week’s time. And I risked all that for him? Just so he could jump on me and squirt his nasty. But I felt crummy still in my work clothes. I was beginning to feel different about him. Looking at him in the close quarters of the car, paying more attention to him. I was really drawn to him. Oh he smelled so good. And we got along so well. But I still had that boyfriend. The boyfriend and I weren’t getting along all that well… He was mentally abusive. I didn’t care for that anymore and he was so in control that I wasn’t sure how to break away. One of the biggest ways he was able to hold on. Geoff was, for once, in a dark suit. The church was more than half full; friends and family from both sides (Edith Firth had tracked down school-friends of Helen’s with whom she’d lost contact and who had wanted to come) and a significant number of locals who had taken Helen and Geoff into their hearts. Helen wore an ivory veil, loaned by Delia Westwood, secured by a tiara from Gillian Bennett, and was attended by one small bridesmaid, little, blonde Karen, and Sasha Stevenson as matron of. “I’ll warm you up, alright,” I murmured.----------------------By the time I pulled into my garage, twenty minutes later, I was ready to feast. I opened the trunk and stared at her for a moment. She had regained consciousness, and was squinting in the suddenly bright light. Her hair was tousled and she looked dazed, but the knock on the head hadn’t damaged her beauty at all.Before I could fuck my prize, I knew I would have to secure it. Over the years the process had become a drill, and I.