I reached out and grabbed a handful of her blonde locks, yanking her head back up to face the camera. “Go ahead, slut. Tell the camera what a little...anal whore you are. Little fucking butt slut. Won’t give up that pussy yet, but you’ll gladly let a guy twice your age pound your virgin asshole?”“I DO. I FUCKING LOVE YOUR HUGE COCK IN MY ASS.”“I’m going to cum so deep inside of you, Rachel. You’re going to cum with me, too.” I realized it wasn’t only sweat covering me, but her own juices were. I opened my eyes and everything was bright. I had a horrible headache. I looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Over half the morning had gone. I picked up the phone.“Yes,”“Mum. It’s Paul. Are you all right?”He sounded very worried.“Yes. I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m just getting up. Sorry about last night. Don’t know what got into me.”There was instant relief from Paul’s voice.“Mum?”“Yes.”“We need to talk.”“OK. What about?”“Those three ladies. They’ve been back to us. First thing. They came in. Maybe he will, but since they are people we want to kill anyway, why worry about it?”“Huh?”“I had an idea last night. If we’re careful we might get him to do some of our dirty work for us. Everyone knows there’s an underground out of here to get people south. Let’s send some cats with him, but tell him they’re our people.” ‘Cats’ was a common, if slightly derogatory, nickname given by some of the protestant extremists to the general Roman Catholic population of Ulster.“But they’ll just tell him. She’d been an adult, and Mama and Daddy had kept thinking of her as a kid. Now that she was a graduate student, they still did, but she’d stopped minding. She was an adult; her world saw her as an adult. Mama and Daddy’s delusions were their delusions and quite unimportant. Besides, it was fun to be a kid at Christmas.The last mail before Christmas brought a card from Bill. Although they had exchanged addresses, she’d forgotten to get him a card. Back home, she not only avoided talking about.