His voice stood out. Kind of gruff, yet was squeaky the same time. She heard a noise that surprised her then, a loud slap. The man went silent then.Th... wife started in on him then. “Oh and what kind of man does that make you,” said a woman that she had not heard before. Her voice was the sort a woman that owned the household had, and brooked no argument from a mere man. “Turning a little girl over to those beast, to be raped and murdered?” There was another slap. “That is what they plan on. I used to use my van for personal use and one day on a day out my wife dropped something in the van and was rummaging around under the passenger seat looking for it when next thing she sat up holding a handful of mags in her hand, whats these she said, i blushed and did not know what to say, i eventually said they had been in the van for ages and i had forgotten they were there, to my shock she started browsing through one and turned to me smiling calling me a perv. Later that night after a few. Vienna, Amsterdam, Paris, Brussels and, she fervently hoped, Venice! She broke away from her daydream and looked again at the shabby crowd entering the gates of her father's cotton mill. Why did they have to walk past the front of their house, it was so depressing! No doubt her father enjoyed being able to watch the minions over whom he now held so much power. But Georgina couldn't wait to leave dull Lancashire for the colour and excitement of The Continent. Georgina had enjoyed collecting. "You have to work years to get good enough to even qualify. For that you have to start when you're very young. Then you need more talent that almost anyone else on the planet. That simply isn't a possibility, but thanks for suggesting it." Would you like to travel someplace exotic, Jeff?" asked Brenda. "Maybe you'd like to see Europe or Australia! I could check into getting tickets and we could leave right away." Where is this coming from, Brenda?" I questioned gently. "You've never told me you.