I want it ready when I arrive.’ ‘Yes, Mrs Boroclough.’ ‘Do you remember how to prepare my malted-milk?’ ‘Er, yes I think so. Erm – two s...oons of er, er…’ ‘I explained it to you earlier quite clearly. Three heaped teaspoons of Horlicks powder and two of sugar, thoroughly mixed with hot milk – not boiled milk. You really must get into the habit of remembering things Poppy. Life will be a lot less painful for you if you do.’ ‘Yes Mrs Boroclough.’ ‘I’ll see you about 11pm.’ ’11pm. Yes Mrs. I took her hand and pulled her toward me, and we kissed."I have waited all year for this," she whispered to me. "So I have something special. I'll meet you in bed."I stole one more kiss, then left the bathroom. She came out, grabbed a bag, and went back in. I got onto the bed, which was still made up, and lay there (im)patiently."Can you close your eyes for a moment?"Well of course I closed my eyes. When she asked me to open them, she was standing against the window wearing a black fishnet top. She shutoff and pulled her helmet before tooting twice gently. As she swung awayfrom the bike a tall slim guy with shaggy, slightly longish dark-brownhair headed her way wiping, polishing maybe, something as his handsmoved steadily back and forth. The smile slipped from his face as hespotted her and he scowled as he approached. "I thought I told you fuckin' bitches to piss off and not bother meagain. I don't want you or any of your mob around and that goes doublefor that selfish cow I used to. Mentally Rachel adjusted her personal bet on how long it was going to take Sara to get Fiona’s cock in her pussy; from a couple of weeks, as she’d thought yesterday, to this afternoon, or this evening, it was looking more like now. Assuming it was big enough and could erect, which was an unknown of course.The three girls went into the garage, which was given over to their activities, the cars having been banished to the drive.“Here it is, “ Sara opened the 3-D printing machine Mike had bought.