I pressed my faceagainst the corner of a window, and saw the four of them inside. Marywas in a captain's chair, with Adam standing on one side, and Ke...in onthe other. Greg was in the driver's seat, fiddling with something.Great, I thought. He's going to drive off, and they will all see mestanding there like an idiot. Greg stuck the key in the ignition, andI cringed. But the motor didn't start. Instead, he just cracked thefront door windows about an inch. He then moved to the back, and saton the. She wanted to be just like them. Her mother she merely tolerated. The chasm between then widened daily.It was this innocent trust that prevented Ellen from developing any inkling or suspicion of what fate the Carters really had in mind for her. As a result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one evening that she spend the weekend at their house. They had plenty of room, and they did have such fun together. It would be lovely fun.Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be. ‘Paul was a bit shocked when he saw me walk in, but it was a pleasant one I think, for he greeted me warmly. I thought he might have punched me because of Uxbridge, but he didn’t. I was given the job instantly and he invited me to stay for the weekend, which,’ and he tweaked my nipple, ‘I was only too happy to accept. He told me that he had a male lover staying and implied that he was sometimes your lover too.’ ‘Not on his own though,’ I said. ‘It was a threesome. Did you know he was black, an. She was older now, no longer the young girl watching her sister; this was the girl from Rebecca's interview. That put her at sixteen. She was a very pretty girl. Blonde hair like her sister, I guessed her somewhere close to my height, trim athletic figure, breasts somewhere between Shannon and Angela, not large, but proportioned to her body with large areolas of a dark brownish pink. Even though she was kneeling with her feet under her you could see enough to know she was in fact a natural.